A heavy heart.

Today I write with a heavy heart. I had to say goodbye to a dear friend. My cat, Ziggy was 18 in March, and no longer in good health. It was a tremendously hard decision to make, and once I had made the call, I still debated whether or not I was doing the right thing. The vet came to our house, and it was very peaceful, he didn't feel any pain. My neighbours were here, too. A lovely older couple from next door. And really he was more their cat than mine in the end. Goodbye my old friend, you will be missed.