In memory of Blackie Margaret Hale, c.1999-August 17, 2021.
Those who have followed me over the years know who Blackie was, and I would like to talk about her on this sad day. Earlier today, my family and I decided to have our beloved cat put to sleep due to her irreversible health problems. She was approximately 22 years old.
I first met Blackie in Balham, London, when I started visiting my husband Gavin back in 2007. She was one of many cats who would come to visit, but there was something special about her. We clicked and she moved in, as I think she was unhappy in her previous home. Here is our first meeting:
She moved in properly a few months later in 2008:
She moved from London to Lancashire with us, when we added “Margaret Hale” to her name as a nod to the character from North & South who is a Southerner who moves up north. There, we lived in two terraced houses, usually with no grass or any greenery to enjoy. Despite this, she adapted well to her new surroundings – and we moved so many times, all over the UK.
Then, we moved to Windsor, with a garden and she had an enjoyable time exploring there. During this time, we started camping and she came with us and we called her the ‘camping cat’.
We moved to Shropshire, and she had a great time in the countryside where she continued her mouse hunting.
Blackie met most of our family and friends, and she even had a bit of popularity online on Twitter. She was very beautiful, with black hair and jade coloured eyes. She was a British shorthair with the thickest, loveliest tail I’ve ever seen.
But her beauty went beyond her looks. She was always so laid back and affectionate: she loved cuddling and even liked sleeping by my side.
She became very attached to our daughter and never scratched her or hurt her in any way, and was always first to her side when she fell over or cried out.
We moved to Croydon and that’s where Blackie’s health went downhill. We recently moved to Derbyshire, where she had a garden. Her desire to explore had diminished and she began to spend more and more time inside her little house.
I wish there were more people like Blackie because she was great in so many ways. I know it seems silly to be so upset about a cat, especially when there is so much pain and suffering and turmoil in the world, but she was part of our family. She was a friend when I was lonely. She was always there for me since I moved to the UK. Now she’s gone and it’s difficult.
I will remember her not as the frail, elderly, and severely incontinent cat she became, but as the dynamic and adventurous feline who loved life and really enjoyed being groomed and having her throat brushed upwards in particular.
I’ll miss the meows, the purring, the little licks, the pawing at our faces when she wanted her breakfast in the morning. I’ll miss her so much and am so thankful for the 14 years we had her in our lives.
Thanks for all the adventures, my dear.
I love you, Blackie, forever.