Our old ginger cat, Penfold departed this world sometime between last night and this morning. I think he suffered a stroke last week and was certainly blind. Despite this he tried to carry on as best he could, taking a daily constitutional down our garden, through next door, up to the front and back into ours. Yesterday was different. After twenty minutes or so, he had not reappeared, so I set about looking. He was nowhere to be found. For a cat that doesn’t go far, this was ominous. I just had a feeling. This morning, I found him at the bottom of the garden and buried him under his favourite sunning spot.
In the grand scheme of things, the death of a 17 year old cat who had a good long life isn’t much – but he was our cat and we will miss him.
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