Farewell old friend

After the feel-good factor of rescuing a lost dog yesterday, it was a bitter irony that my lovely old cat died from a brain heamorrhage. I found her on the back doorstep at 9pm. By the looks of things it was quick and painless, so that's a wee bit of comfort.

I buried her in the garden this morning through a deluge of tears.

For almost 19 years she lived the life of Riley.
what a cat's life should be like