Sigh, sigh and more sigh!


Today something happened that I wasn’t really prepared for. I went to the post-office around 10 o’clock and when I came back to the office, I saw two missed calls on my cellphone from dad. I got instantly worried. Why would he call me twice in the middle of a work day if it wasn’t something serious? I immideately called him back. He was quiet in phone and asked him straight out if something had happened. Yes, he said with a meek voice. Instantly I thought it was something todo with mum. But when he said he was in class, but still wanted to tell me, I understand it wasn’t mum. I know he wouldn’t be still teaching if it was mum.

It was one of the cats… Pondus, he had been hit by a car and did not survive. I nearly started to cry, but managed to hold it back. After all I was at work and it would feel a bit akward to cry! I felt this enourmous sadness wash over me. We ended the call quite quickly. Dad went back to his class and went back to my desk. I had to control myself not to cry.

For the next hour I had trouble concentrating on work. I didn’t tell anybody at work, because there wasn’t really anyone I felt like sharing it with. Gøril, who would’ve been the one to share it with, was not working (sick). Instead I texted Linda and wrote a few emails telling about the sad news. I felt like sharing it so I could get some uplifting words back.

After working for a while I emailed mum and tried my best to comfort her. I know she loved that cat dearly. After emailing her I started to write a poem about Pondus. I’ve always done that when I cat has died. It started with Kasper, my sisters first cat. And I wrote one for her second cat who died last year too. Now it was Pondus’ time.

I’m gonna share it, even if it’s in Norwegian. I just want it written down, so I can remeber it.

Ode til Pondus

Pondus var hans navn.
Han var super katt.
Han var jo helt klart
noe av det best man har hatt.

Da Pondus kom til oss
var han en liten pus
som gjemte seg litt bort
i vårt store hus.

Men fort så var han framme
og lusket rundt omkring
han hoppet hit og dit
og snuste på alle ting.

Hans kjære bror Samson
var hans beste venn.
Samme voktet de huset
som ble deres kjære hjem.

Når vintern var på hell,
og sola tittet frem.
Da var det kjedelig inne,
de ville ut av hus og hjem.

De løp rundt i gresset
og snuste på alt.
Og ville ikke inn
før det ble kaldt.

Å fange søte mus
ble gjort i stor stil.
At han synes det var gøy
ja, det var ikke tvil.

Den store stygge veien
var ikke Pondus’ venn.
Han lusket bort dit
og kom dessverre ikke hjem.

Så sover kjære Ponde
i himmelen – sitt nye hjem.
Og tenker nok på alle
som var snille og ble hans venn.

Mange varme tanker,
går til Samson hans bror.
Og håper de sees igjen
når Samson er blitt stor.

En ekstra stor tanke
går til mamma Helen og pappa Kjell.
som ga uendelig masse kjærlighet
både morgen og kveld.

I cried when I came home; twice. And I also feel like crying now too, since I’m writing about it. I have to block the episode out now that I’m going to bed!

The sadest part of this is that Pondus’ brother, Samson, now will be all alone! It almost breaks my heart to think of that. They were so close. Best buddies and brothers.

My parents let Samson see Pondus before they burried him. I think that was a good idea. If they hadn’t, I’m sure Samson would’ve spent a lot of time wondering where he went and why he’s not around anymore. Dad said that Samons had sniffled a little bit on him, before he ran away further into the house he was laying.

My parents burried him in a white blanket with some roses aside. It might seem weird to do that with a cat, but it’s not! A cat becomes  a family member!

Pondus only got one year and three months…. sigh!

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