2024/09/29: Sad Announcement: It is with a heavy heart that I announce the passing of DD aka Dosia.
I didn’t just care for her; I didn’t just love her. She became the centre of my world. Words feel meaningless… losing her feels like losing the core purpose of myself. Every day, the second I woke up, she was there waiting for me. After her 5 o’clock routine chase with Grace, they both returned to my bed and waited for me to wake up. And every time I woke, it felt like winning the lottery. Every single day, I told her, “I love you, you are perfection, and I am so happy I can be here for you.”
On our walks, we met people who couldn’t believe her extraordinary behaviour and natural charm, and I felt such pride. My priceless outlier, my dearest of dears.
DD wasn’t just my child—she was the reason I stayed alive. I dedicated myself to making her life worthy of her perfection, as she was the only thing that made the chaos of the world feel bearable. I wanted to grow old with her, and now I feel cheated and devastated, as she was only 1 year and 4 months old. Her life ended just one day short of the first anniversary of her adoption, when I had formally committed myself to making her happy.
DD died on 28 September from a sudden cardiac arrest due to Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. We were on our walk when, from being completely fine, happy, and full of enthusiasm, she suddenly screamed and died before I could even lay her on the ground.
The emptiness she left behind is terrifying. I don’t want memories of her—I simply want her. Nothing can replace the joy of her mere existence.
Sophia, In loving memory of DD aka Dosia Davenport, 31.05.2023 – 28.09.2024
Introduction
My name is , my name was developed organically on the very first day I was delivered to mummy’s life in the animal shelter. It is the first letter of my name as given by the animal shelter and the first letter of the surname of mine that I share with my mummy since she adopted me.
However, out of respect and appreciation for the kind people who sheltered me into my family, I’ve maintained both names in my identification documents.
Why did I decide to fundraise for Cats Protection?
My Mummy believes that helping non-human animals is the dearest of causes. She is fluent in cats, with lifelong experience as a full-time cat parent.
At the present time, I have joined a siblinghood of 5 other fine, fluffy individuals that I will consider speaking a bit more about as part of a separate narrative. My Mummy cherishes the unique, adorable features of each of her non-human family members.
Creating a supportive environment that embraces any predisposition we may have, allowing us to thrive optimally, is of great importance to her.
With that being said, my Mummy believes that, among all of us (humans included), I hold the greatest potential to effectively serve in the PR function for fundraising for Cats Protection.
- Firstly, I am proud to be a cat, and as my Mummy says, there’s no better species to ‘meow’ out for the cause of cat welfare.
- Secondly, Mummy led me to consider myself as a cat outlier, claiming it based on her expertise in cat matters and our field research, which has garnered overwhelmingly positive feedback so far.
It seems that there might be a high demand for a supply of statistically significant cats like myself in the market of time-worthy subjects.
My Mummy stipulates that inviting people into my world could bring great pleasure to some, as adoring me is, in fact, a contagious state for those who get to know me.
And if they can chip in a coin or two to support my fellow kind in need, that would be a rather splendid conclusion to our efforts.