My lovely, soppy, beach loving, sock stealing, shoe hiding, lap demanding girl died yesterday afternoon. She was fine and then she just collapsed. I scooped her up and rushed her to the vet, but they couldn't save her. I just can't believe it. I only posted an old picture of her mummying the kitten on the litter tray last week.
Our Springer has only ever known life with Bella as his partner in crime. In your experience how do the ones left behind manage?