This post is going to be a celebration of our kitty Bell that passed away last Sunday when she was hit by a car. Bell was an indoor cat, but she often ventured into the yard when the door or garage was left open. We always made sure she got back in the house when we were done working in the yard. Except this last time. I had decided to help Scott weed out some of the crab grass that has been plagued our front yard. The garage door was left open so we could access things easily. Bell usually hung around the front steps or the bushes. Occasionally she’d walk around and go under the fence to our back gate and we’d let her back in the house from the back yard. She never ventured farther than our yard and it was easy to grab her and bring her back inside. We thought a little bit of fresh air was healthy for her but knew she was safer inside with us so she was never meant to be an outdoor kitty. Even the times when we accidently left her outside, she would be clawing at the door to get in. She knew this was her home, this was where she had food, water and comfort, we didn’t worry too much because she had a healthy fear of other animals like dogs that would be walked on leashes right by our house and she’d go scurrying back through the garage into the house. 

Unfortunately on that Sunday evening as I grabbed the yard tools and went back inside I lost track that she was outside. Normally she’d scratch at the door to let us know she needed back in. Our evenings are normally spent in the basement hanging out as a family. If she scratched at the door, I wouldn’t have heard her. Still we figured she’d hang out under a chair until morning or until we checked on her. I didn’t notice she was even gone until the next morning when I went to feed her. She normally comes as soon as she hears the pop of the top on the can of food. She didn’t come. The garage door was open because Scott was getting ready to mow the lawn. So I thought maybe she was in the garage. She wasn’t there. I checked all the window wells and my heart sunk when I remembered the last time I saw her. The last time I saw her, she was crawling through the bushes in front of our dining room window. We usually shake a jar of kitty treats to get her back inside and that was my plan. But I forgot. 

I forgot. 

Bell I’m sorry your life was cut short. You lived a wonderful five years with us. You were the most cuddly kitty I’ve ever had. You were sweet and still playful at five years of age.  

We got you when you were about 13/14 weeks old. You were found a stray and brought in. We gave you a good home. I knew you were the one when we saw you. We got to play with you for a little while in a visiting room and knew for sure then, that we were bringing you home. Your name at the time was Pisces, but I just didn’t like it. Scott thought Bell was a good name for you and I agreed. We brought you home and the boys loved you so much. You bonded pretty well with each of them. But you saw me as your mama cat. You had to be with me each night. Although as of the last several months I kept you out of the bedroom because your hair would get all over our bed. So you found other places to sleep. So it never dawned on me that you weren’t in the house even then. 

I’m sorry. 

Because you were microchipped we found out immediately by the humane society what had happened to you. You were brought in by someone but it was too late.  

We loved you and you will be missed. Thank you for the laughs and the snuggles. 

You often made it hard to do work at my desk. You needed to be with me a lot. You were a constant reminder to slow down and enjoy the small things in life.


Bell and Braidy bonding.


The boys getting acquainted to you when we brought you home.
You slept with Braidy that first night we let you out of the bathroom.


Your first Christmas with us.


This was the last photo I took of you. We were trying to pack for an RV trip and you kept hoping into all the bins we put down to put stuff into.


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