We are feeling a little sad tonight,
as this afternoon we took Darcy the cat down to the vets to be put to sleep.
You may recall a few weeks ago that I mentioned she’d got, what I thought was an abscess, it turned out to be a tumour in her ear canal, with a second in her neck.
At the age of sixteen and a half we were quite clear that we didn’t want to have lots of invasive treatment, she’d only ever been to the vets twice in her life, once for her kitten jabs and a second time to be neutered; she’d had a life as idyllic and healthy as a cat could wish for and only a few weeks ago she was fit enough to be catching swallows on the wing.
A good cat, a lovely cat, we will miss her.