Some will know BastardCat, my massive ‘tooled up’ Panther. As per normal, he got up when MrCat got out of bed. As MrCat prepped his breakfast he did his usual purring whilst simultaneously weaving in and out of MrCat’s legs. He suddenly made a weird noise, MrCat turned around and BastardCat!was on his side, dead. It was that sudden. He’d just had his eight birthday.
We are devastated.