A sad start to Christmas day: Meowth has been unwell for a while, and extensive tests at the vet revealed cancer a few weeks back. We knew it was a matter of time, and this morning was that time: she was having trouble breathing and was unhappy. One trip to the emergency vet clinic, including having to pull over on the way home because I couldn’t see to drive, and we’re without our furry friend: we watched her drift away under anaesthetic peacefully, and she’s now at peace buried in the garden.

More than a furry friend- a member of the family, our child substitute, and a very special cat- not always the brightest, but good-natured, friendly and just lovely. She made firends with everyone, including the vets that treated her. Her ‘official name’ was Meowth, but she only ever answered to ‘Puss’, at which she’d come running.

There’s a few more photos in the Gallery. I’ll try to find and add some more.