Brian by Sally / Mummy

He really should never have survived. His owner wanted shot quickly and he came to me at 6 weeks, covered with fleas and a tummy full of worms. But survive he did and he quickly found an appetite. He wasn’t an active cat, but liked to be in the room with the rest of the family. He nearly passed three years ago, from pancreatitis, but as I had just lost my Dad, I was determined that he wasn’t going to go that easily. But just 2 weeks ago the look in his eyes told me he had had enough. That last trip, so poignant. He slipped away quickly and peacefully, knowing just how loved he truly was. Nothing can replace him and I know that a little corner of my heart died that day too.


Always in my dreams,