Pet of the Day: Puck
This post is in remembrance of my beloved cat Puck. When I married and moved to Sweden, I had several cats. Two of them went to my daughter, Juliet and Pumpkin who are now living with us in Sweden . I had two other cats that found new homes. My new husband had fallen in love with Puck, so he was cat that made the trip with me to Sweden, along with my iguana, Little Lady.
It took a lot of paper work and communications with the Departments of Agriculture in both my home country and Sweden. Puck had to be up to date with all his shots and he had to have a clean bill of health for travel. We got all the necessary forms completed for both Puck and Little Lady. We understood and my then new husband arranged for Puck to be placed in a quarantine facility not far from our home in Sweden. It was, at that time a regulation to place all cats or dogs in a Swedish quarantine for 4 months to ensure they were not infected with rabies. This was regardless of all the health certificates that were required, prior to entry into Sweden. Sweden has absolutely no rabies in the country.
Both Puck and Little Lady made the trip to Sweden very well. Here is a photo essay of Puck’s life in Sweden :
This is my poor little fellow sitting in "kitty jail"
Puck was kept in a room all by himself which must have been really hard for a cat that came from a house with 5 other cats. I couldn’t decide if I should go and see him. See, I thought if I went, even one time, he might spend his days looking for me. I had a real hard time deciding whether I should go or not. I finally couldn’t take not seeing him any longer so I went in January . Mind you , I went with a support system in tow. My daughter was home for the holidays and of course my husband was with me. We were taken to a “visiting room” while they went to get my little Puck. As we stood there in silence, it almost felt like one would imagine a visit to a prison to visit a loved one. It was a terrible experience. They brought my little fellow in and he was put on the floor. He was so scared that he ran and hid. I started to cry and my daughter just called him an idiot, as she always did. I sat on the floor and started to speak to him. I spoke to him for a while and soon he realized we were not strangers but his family. He eventually came out and we were able to hold him and lavish him with kisses. We had 15 minutes with our cat and then suddenly the visit was over. I hated to walk away and leave him there. It was the longest drive home , ever.
Puck came home to us March!!!
My husband made a special trip to our local fish monger to buy him a herring for his homecoming!
Puck in his new home. Still a bit afraid he stayed behind the sofa for a bit.
After being carried upstairs, Puck makes his way slowly down passing the ramp for Little Lady to be able to go up and down the stairs
Puck in the window in his new house Gullringstorp
Puck resting at the summer house
Puck at the summer house
Puck enjoying the deck at the summer house
Puck was in heaven relaxing on the deck
Puck sits cozy on a blanket at the summer house
Puck settled in very well, enjoyed being at the summer house and really enjoyed all the windows at Gullringstorp. He enjoyed all the wildlife outside and soon found a new friend. It took him some time to accept Tasha but he finally did.
Puck finally accepted baby Tasha
Puck really began to love Tasha
Puck and Tasha were often seen snuggeling
Tasha really enjoyed Puck's "mothering"
Puck learned to love fish; not herring but cod was his diet while he lived in Sweden. This helped o give his black coat a real nice glossy sheen
What a handsome fellow my little Puck was
Kitty love
More kitty love
Peaceful togetherness
Kitty pals
Togetherness
As Tasha grew, so did their friendship
A nice rest in an upstairs window
These two pals even share the kitty bed
Puck relaxing on the upstairs landing
Our two pals loved relaxing in the summer sun in the Green Room
In the Green Room
How cozy is this ?
Two pals asleep on our bed
- Another great place to relax, on the couch in the kitchen
Puck enjoying the view
We really miss Puck here at Gullringstorp. It’s a toss up between Tasha and myself when it comes to missing our little fellow Puck. Tasha cried every night since Pucks death. It was the most mournful cry I have ever heard. This is when we decided she was not only ready for a new kitty pal, but she really needed one. that’s when we started our search and Pip found us. Tasha is really happy now that she has Pip to play with and share kitty love.
Goodbye Puck, we love you and miss you !
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