We came downstairs this morning to find our huge ginger crosseyed cat had passed away in the garage last night. 
He had been diagnosed with a heart condition in September, and had his chest drained and was being managed on tablets and occasional injections, so it wasn't a surprise, but we are devastated.
Only yesterday he was putting the 7 year old tabby firmly in his place.
So RIP Mac, we will miss your motorbike purr, and the weight of your body making my legs go to sleep when you stretch out on me. You were such a licky cat. 