I have been a little distracted these last few weeks because my little cat has been ill. He wasn't well when we came back from holiday at the end of October & has deteriorated, more especially over the last week or so. We don't know how old he was but he adopted us in 1994. We thought at the time that he was a stray kitten but he didn't really get much bigger over the years, and didn't actually look any older so he could be any age. Today was his time. I have balled my eyes out for days but the vet said it was cruel to make him stay longer. So today my little Monty has gone, just as cute as the day he first sneaked into our house all those years ago. and with such a beautiful temperament. My family buried him under the shade of the cherry tree.
I do understand he was 'just' a cat and not a family member but I dont seem to be understanding it very well.