Ha det, pusi...

Sandra Fredbjørg Wærnes. That was her name. She was at least 13 years old. A pretty old age for a cat. One year old of a cat is equal to 7 years old of a human, I was told. She had been with Britt-Hege Wæarnes, our friend whose house we're staying in, for around 10 years. She was older than Britt-Hege's daughther, Karoline, who's almost 10 years old.
It happened when we were cat-sitting her for 2 weeks when everyone's in the house was a way for the wedding/honeymoon. Last Saturday evening, a neighbor next door came to knock on the back yard door. She said something about 'katten', the cat, that's all I got. So, I asked Morten to come to talk to her. Sandra had been hit by a car!
Morten and I went to look for her. She was hiding under a neighbor's terrace. It was a cat's instinct to hide when they were hurt. We tried to call for her and persuade her to come out, but she didn't want to. We filled up her plate with some food hoping that she would come to eat. After a couple of hours, she came out and went to her favorite spot under a tree in the garden. Morten brought her into the house. We could see that she was hurt. There was some blood on her mouth and one of her front feet. But we're not sure exactly when she was hurt and we didn't dare to touch her. We called Britt-Hege and she told us what to do. We tried to make her comfortable in the kitchen (that I just cleaned an hour ago), put her blanket and her toilet there, and made some fishy food that hopefully she'd like.
Morten called a vet, and she advised on what to do. It costed kr 2,000 (You can check the currency exchange rate on http://finance.yahoo.com/currency?u) just to walk in to the door as they're close. We consulted with Britt-Hege. We agreed to keep Sandra home at the moment, and take her to a vet on Monday when she came home.
Britt-Hege, Henrik, Karoline, and Sebastian came home very early on Monday morning, while we were still in the bed. Morten heard them. We didn't see them when we went out around 8.30. They must have been very tired and still sleeping.
When I was in my language class, I got a SMS from Morten telling that they had to put the cat to sleep as her jaw was in a very bad condition. The funeral was going to be in the afternoon in the garden today.
I came home around 2PM and didn't find anybody at home yet. After a while they came home with the cat in her box. Karoline wanted to bring her home and buried her in the garden. Henrik digged a hole at the cat's favorite spot in the garden. Karoline painted a box that was used for the cat's coffin. She drew some clouds and a cat standing on one of them. And a sentence that was translated as "We will miss you." She made a cross from some wood. She did the sawing all by herself.
Karoline went to change to a black sweater and a black skirt. We all felt like we gotta change to black outfits, too. So, we all did. Karoline's grandmother also came for the funeral and later would take her to stay with her for a week.
The funeral went well. I felt a bit sad even though I am not fond of cats, well...pets in general. I don't mind pet-sitting, but I don't feel like having one myself. I'd been taking care of Sandra for 2 weeks, made sure that she had food and water everyday. So, there was a little connection between us. Karoline was a tough little girl. She cried but did not make any sound when the hole was closed. Every body was sad. Perhaps, the 4 years old Sebastian, too. Ha det, pusi...Good bye, pussy...