He'd not been well for a while, got very thin, was struggling to breathe and every day when I came downstairs I'd be anxious to see if he was still alive. But now he's gone. I miss him so much, I keep looking out the French windows, hoping to see his little face but he's crawled off in the garden to die alone. I just miss him so much, he was the sweetest little thing and, in lockdown, my little friend, as I live alone. I know pp are facing real losses right now, but this just hurts so much. I posted on here as I know other cat lovers would understand how much love you can feel for a cat. Every time I think of him, and his funny little ways, I start crying. I can't believe I'll never see him again...