The cat we had before Bailyse died right before me and my sister was going on vacation with our parents only 2 years old. Me and my sister was 9 and 5 years old. Dad asked the owner of Bailyse to keep him for us and told the story how our other cat had just died and how sad we were. 

First time we laid our eyes on Bailyse we fell in love. He was a 8kg mix of Norwegian Forestcat and Birma. With ice blue eyes and crossedeyed. We decided to take him home in a few. The 40 minutes ride went great except for the last turn when he threw up.
I remember I thought he ate so much the first days. We were used to a kidney sick cat who only weighted 2 kilos his whole life and barely ate or drank ever. Now afterwards we think that cat was sick his whole life.

Bailyse ran away after only a week. He was scared of the new home and people. We found him the same day only a few streets away. He ran around free in the car. Jumping into the window and scratched my sister's thighs. 

Only a week after that trying to learn him to be an outside cat he ran away again. After a week we started to put up posters to find him. We thought he was gone. My sister and I were in tears. 
It was a few people who rang and said they had seen him. He was really special looking so we thought every time it was him. But it was other cats. 

Two weeks past and my best friend called. They had found him under their tree, scared. They had cought him by pulling his tail because he tried to ran. He wasn't too happy but they managed to grab him! The whole family is even allergic to cats. Kind of ironic. We took him home and were so happy. He ate to much. Drank so much. We were in pure happiness. 



After this happenings Bailyse barely left our garden. He was always close. He came running when he heard we were outside playing. Badminton or cricket for example. He always wanted to be the center of attention. He looked pretty much like s hairy toad. He always watched over our neighborhood by laying outside our porch on a bench.

His favourite treat was yoghurt. Came running when hearing a spoon towards the plate. He wanted to lick the last piece. He always came when mom ate breakfast too. Wanting to lick the plate after she ate the eggs and cottage cheese. 



He loved to sleep with us. In the late evenings he always kept me company. Laying over my shoulder pushing his head towards mine and purring. He purred until he fell asleep and really load. When I had fallen asleep he always moved to my feet instead. In the middle of the night he always went up and jumped down the bed and start scratching on the door to get out. I used to open the door in my sleep because I never missed when he jumped down due to his weight it left a nice sound towards the floor. 
Mom took care of the next step, to let him outside completely haha. It was always around 4pm. 

He loved to lay on dad's belly. Dad was his favourite. Dad always tried to avoid him in the sofa because it got so warm. Warmth makes my dad annoyed haha. 



In December 2018 he started breathing funny. Shorter breaths and really heavy making the whole kitty shake when breathing out. Mom didn't really bother until I asked her about it. At first she said it's because he starts to get old. But it got worse. In January 2019 he breathed weird all the time so mom booked a meeting with the vet. We went there January 15th. He got so stressed over the control. He couldn't breath with his nose but used his mouth. He drooled a lot aswell. He screamed when they x-rayed him. Me and my sister sat in the room while dad was with him. Mom was away working. Me and my sis was like "is that Bailyse ..?" When hearing the noices. 

When they came back it was stated that he had some fluids in his chest and lungs and he could possibly have phenomena. They also said he had a little bit big heart. We got antibiotics and some other pills to give him. And we got a new appointment two days after, on Thursday 17th January. Bailyse only got one pill and the same day he got worse even though the doctor said he was gonna get better. 

The night on the 16th of January at 2.00 pm mom and dad had to rush him to the vet again. He couldn't breath at all and was so stressed out. He screamed. They said it wasn't that much left to do. And told them that cats' heart cannot take as much as humans do and that he maybe had some heart failure we weren't aware of before as well. Dad cried so much that he couldn't be inside the room when they put him down. One of them had to for the cat's best. It keeps them calm and make them feel safe. He calmed down at first when getting oxygen to just let him breath a bit before. He was panicking. But when they put him to sleep he was calm. And he died around 2.30pm. 



Mom and dad cried. Dad doesn't ever cry but he did now. They didn't say anything to eachother. They couldn't take it all in. He was gonna get better.. they held hands and got home. But dad never got to sleep again, he went straight to work in the middle of the night.

When mom called on the morning he still was sad and cried. He said he thought it would get better to work and think about other stuff but it didn't. I got to know when I woke up at 6 what had happened and I cried as hell. My boyfriend woke up to my tears and screams. I couldn't go to work that day. I was totally off.

We took the car home to mom, dad and my sis. My mom ate breakfast and cried because it was the first time eating alone without a cat sitting by waiting for his turn to get some. Mom and I hugged and cried. My sister didn't know yet. She was asleep.



My mom woke her up around 7.30 before she'd go to work. And she reacted just as I did. She screamed and cried rivers. I went into her room and sat beside her. I hugged her hard and said it wasn't fair. I held my hand on her head and hugged her hard. For a long time. We were together that whole dark day. 

We will never find a cat as him again. But there isn't the same home without you. It's just a house. No cat outside the front door guarding. No cat on dad's belly. No cat comes running when eating yoghurt. No cat coming when we are outside in the garden. No purr I'm the ear. No cat who puts you to sleep. No meows in the kitchen. No cat jumping up in the couch to lay on your lap. Nothing. 

You will forever be missed my prince. I love you so much and I am so glad I have your paw prints tattooed on my collarbone (see selfie below with tattoo). You will never be forgotten. Sleep tight, my fluffy angel ❤️