We lost our cat Pal today. I wish I could say it was expected. Unfortunately it was tragic.
We just moved in to a house that was built in 1855. In the basement the original foundation is exposed and you can actually climb in to it (not that you would want to but you could). Anyway, our cats “lived” downstairs (as in their cat litter, food and water were down there and the slept there but during the day/night they were always up in the main part of the house.
The other day, Ryun was unpacking the Beretta and bringing things in through the bulkhead. At one point as Ryun was coming in Pal poked his head out the door and Ryun shooed him back down the stairs. We hadn’t seen him since then. Ryun really didn’t think he had gotten out but that was the only explanation we could come up with. We searched the house up, down left, right, back, front, called for him, nothing.
Just to be 100% sure, Ryun climbed through the foundation (which is basically like a narrow cave type of deal) which the cats had been in and out of occasionally. He crawled all the way back-which is pretty far-so far in fact we could only hear him if we yelled. He found Pal at the bottom of an old well (which must have been in use when this house was built and before town water was added). He was dead. I am sure the landlord did not know it was there. Ryun made him aware of it tonight and suggested strongly that it be filled in or capped off in some way. Pal’s brother Joey’s new “home” will be the laundry room upstairs and away from any known danger.
We have had Pal since he was a kitten and he has been a part of our family since for 11 years. Poor Pal. I hope he didn’t suffer but I am pretty sure he did. He really was my little buddy and I am pretty sure I was his favorite person. I am going to miss him so much.


