It has been a really hard week, a couple of days ago I said my final goodbye to my beautiful Bruce, the wonderful, the placid, the great and mighty His Gingerness.
Gosh, where do I start....? I know, ten years ago almost to the day Bruce was a gift from some good friends. He had been living rough around their nursery for a while; they named him Bruce and made sure he had food but he would not approach them. After a couple of years he suddenly decided he wanted to go into the house and they called me to see if I wanted him. I had told them some time previously that I wanted a ginger cat. A couple of days later he had moved in with me. I worried at first as he was a stray and I had no idea how well he would settle in. My dearest Bruce sniffed the air, found a cozy corner and decided there and then to retire. For the first few weeks he ate everything put in front of him voraciously. When he realised that food was going to be routinely provided he decided to get a bit more picky about what he actually liked.
So farewell my beautiful beautiful Bruce. Your brother and sister cats are feeling the vacuum of your loss as am I. I keep looking for you where you usually sleep and expecting you to appear for your evening cuddle. I miss you.