Digglum Bestiaruim ~ The Digglers' Crest

The Digglers

The Refugee

The Digglers' Cat ~ Cuthie

Cuthie was a refugee who used to come and spend most of the day in my garden at home. He seemed a very sad little soul and my cat, Twinks hated his presence. I fed Cuthie daily and he refused to go anywhere else. During the summer, there is plenty of shelter amongst the bushes but as winter drew near this was far from ideal.

At first I was reluctant to let him be a Diggler as I was unsure as to whether he belonged to someone, however, Cuthie made the decision, if he did have a home, he wasn't going back! So our Cuthie became a Diggler. He soon grew used to his new environment but he was a very lethargic cat and a messy eater. Many a time I saw Lucy smack him across the face as he splattered the food from the bowl!

I became extremely fond of Cuthie and when I was in the garden, he would follow me around like my shadow.

The Cold

Unfortunately, after a couple of years, Cuthie became ill with a severe cold. I took him several times to the vet but unfortunately he didn't recover. He may well have been an elderly cat. When you acquire these animals you never know their age.

When Cuthie died I was distraught. I couldn't imagine life without me Cuthie. I took him to Rossendale Pet Crematorium where he was cremated and some day Cuthie and I will be reunited. Our ashes will be at least together.