He was 15 / 16 years old and just the best.
He came to us as a stray in 2004, a manky, skinny Tom who kept getting into our house and spraying (he thought the neighbours cats lived here!). We realised he had a pretty nasty wound under one of his front legs, so we took him to the vets and £600 and much surgery later (including the loss of his Crown Jewels!) he was ours.
He's had a marvellous life of being pampered (mostly by my soppy DP 😁). Grudgingly accepted the children (more so once they reached the treat giving age) and didn't slice them too much 😉. He would wake DP up at all hours for food or to be let out (even when we had a cat flap!). Always reminded me of the Simon's cat cartoon with the baseball bat 😂. He ruled the roost, he was big, he was tough and as soppy as anything.
He started to get ill late last year and was diagnosed with lymphoma, we tried chemo tablets and steroids, but it was too aggressive. Last night he lost all balance and eventually couldn't get up, so we sadly said goodbye and he was pts just after midnight.
So goodnight our Scruff, our boy, sleep well and chase rabbits in your dreams forever xxx