I posted in December about our cat who was coming to the end and was peeing in the house. We thought he had more time with us, he seemed to pick up earlier this month but took a turn for the worst over the weekend and this evening we made the difficult decision to say goodbye.
We know it was for the best, he was really sick and suffering and we gave him as good a life as we could over the past 6 years but I am so sad that he’s gone. The house feels empty and I keep expecting him to appear meowing for food or find him snuggled up in the office. He was more than just a cat, he got us through the worst times of our lives and did so much for us. We keep saying what an amazing boy he was. I can’t stop crying, I’m totally gutted.