I had to have my Frankie put to sleep this morning. He was just 2 months shy of being 16. I found him as a 4 week old kitten on the side of the road in Cyprus, saved him from certain death, not that he was ever grateful!
He had many scrapes in his life including being bitten by a snake, and run over twice. His size is what saved him each time he was 7.5kgs in his prime, not fat just a very big boy. Sadly he was diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago and given 3 months to live. He managed to fight it until today.
He wasn't an affectionate cat, quite grumpy and cranky actually, and everything was on his terms! He did become a lap cat over the last 3 months though so I'm grateful for that and the extra time we were able to have with him. This is the first time in almost 24 years I haven't a cat in the house, it feels so empty. Pic on left is from the day I found him, and on the right is one of the last I took.