Goodbye

  It has taken over two weeks for me to write this post since we were so devastated. Fudge died back on 22nd July after coming home from the vets. He simply didn't recover and slowly passed away in his sleep. I was there at the end, panic induced stress and all. Trying to give a cat mouth to mouth may seem desperate but I really was almost dumbstruck with what to do at that moment. He was a massive part of our lives for 14.5 years.

  The best thing I can say is that he brought so much happiness in to our lives it is hard to be sad about him. Sure we miss him so much but he had an incredibly happy life. He was never upset or demanding. He was always happy to see us from when we came home to when we got up in the morning to when he just woke up from a nap.

  To really rub it in that week we learned Boots did have a malignant cancer in his foot. He is recovering well but he had that to deal with along with the loss of his "brother" Fudge. He went looking for him the first few days and now finds it hard to be somewhere Fudge didn't curl up. Boots spends a lot of his time in baskets and places Fudge would.

  It really doesn't feel like Fudge has gone some of the time though. He made such a huge impression on us we subconsciously expect him to be somewhere, or make room for him where he would sit with us or simply look somewhere thinking he is there. Especially with Boots spending time where Fudge would you get fooled briefly sometimes.