24/08/2026
๐ง๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป #5
โ๐๐บ๐ถ, ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ?โ
Our beloved feline only daughter, Gromit, passed away on 31 August 2025, after 19 years and 5 months of extraordinary life with us.
But I donโt really think of her as โgone.โ
She has simply changed formโfrom a little body curled up beside us to an invisible presence that still lives in our home, our routines, our minds and, most importantly, our hearts.
We first met Gromit when she was just two weeks old. She was one of five kittens at a local Burmilla breeder, and we fell in love with her at first sight. We waited until she was old enough to come home, and when she finally arrived, we welcomed her as a new member of our family.
She was literally the apple of our eyeโใ็ฎใซๅ
ฅใใฆใ็ใใชใใas we say in Japanese.
Warren named her Gromit after his favourite cartoon character, a male dog. We didnโt care. We adored her exactly as she was.
Over the next 19 years, Gromit gave us a lifetime of memories: road trips through southwest Western Australia, beach walks, bush adventures, swimming in the pool, baths, playing fetch, chasing lizards and climbing trees.
She also gave us some very frightening moments.
She survived two major medical emergencies, including acute kidney failure when she was seven. The vet told us that if we had waited any longer to bring her to the emergency hospital, she might not have survived. From that day on, we became especially conscious of her water intake and nutrition.
And somehow, she always seemed to know when Warren and I needed her.
Whenever we were having a warm, intimate conversationโor even a heated argumentโwe would often find Gromit sitting right between us.
She was our child, our companion, and sometimes our mediator.
As she grew old, she gradually became frail. She lost much of her sight and hearing and became less independent. But she never lost her appetiteโor her ability to make us feel that she was still very much in charge of the household.
When her body finally began to fail and she stopped eating, I faced one of the hardest decisions of my life.
I had always disliked the idea of euthanasia. I believed suffering was something we had to accept because the alternative felt unbearable.
Then I heard the words, โSuffering is optional.โ
Something shifted inside me.
After several sleepless nights beside Gromit, I called our trusted mobile vet and asked her to help Gromit die peacefully at home.
I felt enormous guilt.
On that Sunday afternoon, I spent her final four hours holding her on the couch in our sunny patio. I watched the clear Perth sky, felt the gentle breeze, touched her soft fur and listened to her faint breathing. I tried to absorb every sensation and imprint it into my memory.
When the vet arrived, I almost changed my mind.
But fifteen minutes later, Gromit was gone.
I picked up her motionless body and cried.
And then, strangely, my guilt disappeared.
I felt relief.
She was finally free from suffering.
And in that moment, I realised something I had never understood before:
๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ.
I had never expected to experience motherhood. Yet for almost two decades, I had loved, protected, worried about, cared for and nurtured another living being as my child.
Gromit taught me that motherhoodโand unconditional loveโdoesnโt necessarily come in one particular form.
Even now, her toys and furniture remain where they were. Her ashes rest in a little pouch, and we move her from one of her favourite places to another around our home.
Perhaps that sounds strange.
But to us, Gromit is still part of the family.
She was, is, and always will be our daughterโjust in a different form.
๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ป #5
๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ปโ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐. ๐ฆ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐, ๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐.