That's it really. I just feel the need to say it somewhere.
He was called Moon. He was only 14 months old and so vital and strong, he practically vibrated with energy and alive-ness. I just can't get my head around this sudden, awful loss.
He was bred by my SIL and her children adored him and his upbringing meant that he was the friendliest loveliest lap cat and so gentle with humans. Half Siamese and very talkative, I would have long 2 way conversations with him.
He only came into our house in March. We didn't even have a year with him.
It's fair to say our other 2 cats hated him - he was strong and bold and wanted to be top cat, so he was a bit much for them.
He was only one month in age apart from our dog Bramble, they grew up together and were totally in love with each other. They were like a cat-dog relationship from a Disney movie. Watching them play together was amazing - they were so agile and fast, the dog racing madly in circles around him and the cat waiting ninja-like for just the right moment to leap onto her back. They would sleep together all the time, often squeezing into one small bed, Moon with one leg wrapped around Bramble, like an embrace. He would often come down the road with us on dog walks. I thought they would grow old together. It's so unfair. Bramble is so sad.
I've been to see the pond. A 1970's/80's remnant, an old 8 foot deep koi pond built by a previous owner of the house. With raised sides and almost no means of escape. It's literally a stones throw from our house and I had no idea it was there. I feel so sad to think of him so close to home, struggling in the water.
I'm just heartbroken.