So I just wrote this out but the monsoons seem to have ruined my internet connection........... so here I go again!
I am overseas and my friend was going to Spain for a two week holiday. As her two elderly cats had not been too good I offered to go over once a week and check on them. First week, no problems, got a great photo of a very grupmy cat under the bed, scowls and everything! This week I went and the housekeeper met me with said cat comfortably curled up in a basket. But she hadn't drunk, eaten or gone to the litter tray since the day before. She seemed ok but looked up at me and was a tiny bit sick but not distressed. So I deceided to ring the vet who said to bring her in. I got my friend's driver to take us and halfway there, the cat died on my knee
. I was half horrified and half content that I was there and she was having cuddles and kisses when it happened. But what a shock! Ironically I have had, in the last 15 years, to take 4 of my own fur babies to be PTS, (always adopt elderly rescue cats) but here I am having a cat go just the way I have always wanted but it's not mine! Still, rest in peace little 'B', 18 years old, bless you .