I've had some devastating news over the last couple of months about loved ones health issues so you would think the death of a little 16 year old ginger whinger would pale into insignificance- not so..
I watched him today eating his breakfast and then laying by the kitchen fire in his favourite place only moving when the fire in the sitting room was lit. I knew it would be his last few hours in this life - thankfully he didn't, bless him.
He had nose cancer and it had spread and spread- he was snuffling a lot and I couldn't take the risk of him not being able to breathe..the vet agreed tonight.
She cried, we all cried but talked and cuddled him to the end. He just sat there really, then not a care in the world trusting and calm as you like, as per usual. Then he was gone in my arms. God how sad that was. He was as fit as a fiddle for a 16 year old cat in tip top condition and had years left...life's not fair.
We miss him already. He should be here still.