Casper The Commuting Cat: The True Story Of The Cat Who Rode The Bus And Stole Our Hearts

I was extremely saddened to learn about the death of this beautiful and unique cat. I first learned about Casper from a feature article in a magazine, which detailed his daily travels by bus, and I enjoyed reading about his adventures. Now if I ever go to England, I’ll never have the chance to ride on the same bus – he was truly one of a kind. My deepest sympathies go out to his owner as well as his many friends who knew and loved him.

Michelle

The comments went on and on. So many people had read about Casper and so many people were grieving. They felt the loss too. Commentators often say that as the world gets smaller through technology, we’re losing our sense of neighbourliness and contact with others. This may indeed be the case in some instances, but I found that, through the Internet, I had thousands of friends I never knew existed. When I needed to dwell on the space Casper had left in my world, all I had to do was log on and there were comments from new people who wanted to reach out and offer me words of condolence. Again, Casper had achieved something incredible.

The story was covered in all the British national newspapers and I received personal letters from editors and journalists across the country. As the days passed, the global phenomenon that was Casper gained pace, but I felt cheated. Many of the tributes were so beautiful, but I wished they had not been necessary. Casper had been snatched from us so unfairly and so quickly. If he’d been ill, maybe I would have been more prepared for his death. I was always hurt by the loss of any of my cats, but Casper was such an amazing boy that his death hit me hard. I knew that the interest would fade and I would be left with my memories. Casper had blessed me with so many beautiful ones, and I was desperately trying to hold onto that, but the pain was raw and I didn’t know how I was going to cope in the future without him.

CHAPTER 27

Discovering the Rainbow Bridge

People tried to be kind, but I didn’t know what to say to them. Many asked what had happened to Cassie, and I couldn’t understand what they meant for a while. He’d died. He’d been killed. What else was there to say? But then I realized that they were asking what had happened to what was left of him – to his remains, I suppose. As I’ve already explained, I never bury my cats in the garden because I would hate for them to be left alone when I move. Some enquired whether I’d kept Casper’s ashes. I categorically had not. All of my pets are treated the same way when they leave my life. Casper was special, but I wasn’t going to favour him over any of the others. The only thing that soothes me is the hope that they are all together in Heaven.

I have to take such salves wherever I find them, or the hurt would never go away. Very soon after Casper died, I heard of the rainbow bridge for the first time. When there has been a particularly close connection between an animal and a person, the animal crosses the rainbow bridge to wait for the person when they pass over. One website describes it beautifully, although sadly they say that the author of these words is unknown. I’d love to tell them how helpful these lines are.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.