Our barn cat, Ash, was due to have another litter of kittens any day. Her best bud (and son) Bravo had been hanging out by our house for a few days so I figured that Ash had her kittens and kicked Bravo out of the barn. Last night I grabbed a flashlight and headed out into the barn to investigate. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Something had killed our sweet Ash. I'll spare you the gruesome details of what I saw because, quite frankly, it's a sight that I can't get out of my mind. I buried her under the rock wall by the garden where some of her kittens already lay. Christian and I are very sad that she's gone. She was so friendly and loved to run over to us for pets as soon as she spotted us outside.
A few summers ago, someone dumped collar-clad Ash off at our farm. Just last year I realized that she didn't have any front claws when she took a soft swipe at my dog. I was shocked and amazed that she had survived for so long outdoors without any defense except her teeth. With that thought in mind, I feel so bad that she didn't stand a chance against whatever attacked her.
|Spring 2010 Litter|
|Out for a walk with me and the dogs|
Ash was such a good cat. We'll miss her gentle nature and raspy purrs.