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For Treacle Emerton

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[p]In memory of Treacle Emerton, I will be giving up alcohol for the entire duration of 2018 to raise funds that will aid research in to conditions such as Feline Pancreatic Cancer. Read my story below. [/p][p]I wasn't allowed a pet until we'd settled in England. Being from a military family, we constantly moved so the idea of having a pet wasn't really practical, yet for the majority of my younger years I went on about having a cat named Treacle. I'd draw pictures of him, and talk about the adventures we'd have when I finally had him. Treacle wasn't meant to be brown, or fluffy in fact.. (I had an allergy to cats) and I'd always drawn him as a short haired ginger cat.[/p][p] When my uncle suddenly passed, my parents decided life is for living, and contacted our local animal shelter in Oxfordshire. They were introduced to a litter of kittens, plus one tiny black and white kitten that had not long been abandoned on the doors. Along stumbled Treacle - the only long-haired cat, a ball of fluff that wouldn't leave my ma alone. She told him many times that we didn't want a long-haired cat due to my allergies, but he persisted and clambered up her arm, sat on her shoulder and licked her face. Treacle had chosen us. Treacle's brother and my sister's cat would be Willis, the oddball of the bunch, black and white tuxedo kitten. They both came home with us some weeks after. From there on we moved houses a number of times, and the boys coped with it very well. [/p][p]Treacle was an odd cat.. not really a cat at all. He'd fall off fences when trying to balance, get stuck up trees, and generally be up to silly antics and mischief. In Oxford when I babysat to earn extra cash, he'd walk with me down to the house and sit outside for hours and hours until I came out, just so he could walk me home. He'd always be sat at the gate waiting to greet me and mum after a long walk, or laze in the way of everyone when Sunday roast was a go (he really loved roast chicken!). Cheeky as ever, he'd try to steal Willis' wet food if you weren't looking.. stealing food was probably his favourite pastime. I can still recall the day he swiped the last piece of chicken lunchmeat out of my hand and ran out the flap with it (fully aware that it was locked and my parents had the keys!). At parties he'd always be around, purring loudly and flirting with anyone he met. Take your eyes off him for a moment and he'd be in Aunty Michelle's special party dip. I have so many stories and memories to share about Treacle, though he couldn't talk per se (he'd meow very loudly come 4pm.. and trip you up until you gave him some dinner) he was incredibly special, and a best friend to me. Through all the boyfriends and the breakups, his little purring face was there. Christmas days where he would be in the tree batting the baubles, or just following me out to the greenhouse to help look after plants, he was always there. Loyal. [/p][p]It's what made saying goodbye to him so incredibly hard. He lay there on my bed and as we were all stood around saying our last goodbyes, I ended up questioning how a little four legged fury animal could have stolen so much of my heart, and in turn completely broken it in his departure. Everything was fine until mid December 2017. I came home from work with my parents, and Treacle seemed oddly round.. we laughed about it at first, he'd just completely ballooned. At the time he was still 100% Treacle, begging for food and pulling at mum's tights, but we couldn't work out why he was so bloated. In the coming days, the vets told us there was fluid around his organs, and the sample taken from the fluid had shown cancerous cells. As we stood in the vets room and they said the big C, it completely bounced off me. Mum started to cry, but I couldn't at the time, its like the word was rubber and just pinged straight off my skin. [/p][p]I'd always assumed Treac was invincible.. he was my clumsy little superhero, and he could survive anything. Unfortunately, Cancer isn't particularly forgiving, superhero or not. It hadn't shown any signs until mid December, and come the 23rd, he was frail, in pain, malnourished and struggling. On the morning of the 24th, my mum's birthday, his time in this life came to an end. It was all very sudden, from diagnosis to his departure, and it really shows just how fragile life can be. Treacle had pancreatic Cancer, but it'll never be the cancer that defines him. He was and is still so incredibly loved, and I'll cherish the years I had with him forever.[/p][p]Historically, I haven't dealt well with stress - often turning to alcohol in times of desperation, just as a means to sleep and cope. It's a very personal fact, but in this instance I'm happy to share and admit that I have an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. In this heartbreaking time of losing my best friend, I'm going to be strong and give up the bottle for the entire duration of 2018, doing both myself some justice, and Treacle. As result, I'm hoping that loved ones and ones touched by Treac's story will donate to this cause. For every time I would have gone out or stayed in to have a drink (starting with today, my birthday) I'll be putting money in to this. [/p][p]1 in 5 cats will get cancer. [/p][p]In memory of my best friend, I'm raising money for Animal Health Trust, which funds vital research in to treatments for conditions such as Feline Pancreatic Cancer. [/p][p]Thank you for reading my baby Treacle's story. Any donations will be greatly appreciated. [/p]
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03-Jan-2019

Number 1 Treacle Fan

£50.00 plus £12.50 Gift Aid

31-Dec-2018

Denise

For Treac xxx

£50.00 plus £12.50 Gift Aid

31-Dec-2018

Tara

Well done, you have done a fantasic job xx.

£15.00 plus £3.75 Gift Aid

22-Dec-2018

Cathy

Well done! AHT were amazing with our beloved cat Hattie this year as she battled lymphoma. In memory of two beautiful cats, in recognition of an amazing achievement and in thanks to AHT for all they are doing.

£20.00 plus £5.00 Gift Aid

21-Dec-2018

Sam Goldberg

A tremendous feat!

£10.00 plus £2.50 Gift Aid

20-Dec-2018

Emma and George

£30.00 plus £7.50 Gift Aid

19-Dec-2018

Scarlett and Tim

£10.00 plus £2.50 Gift Aid

19-Dec-2018

aoifa

£10.00

17-Dec-2018

Dek and Dawn

Outstanding Frank.... bet you can't wait for 0001hrs on 1st Jan 2019! Loads of Love xxx

£30.00 plus £7.50 Gift Aid

13-Dec-2018

Sadie

Amazing Frank! Lots of love Sadie, Dan & Eden xxx

£10.00 plus £2.50 Gift Aid