Farewell beautiful pussy cat.

We are all heartbroken. We've lost Fergus. It was all so sudden, we are struggling to take it in. He was so brave, he managed to make it back to the house, I don't know how he managed. He called for me and I just knew he was in trouble. We rushed to the vets knowing the chances were slim, and then we cuddled him and talked to him and cried, because it was time, and then he was gone. A wonderful wee soul off to pastures new.

And so it was back to let the kids know, Grandma had made an emergency trip to sit with them while we were at the vets. They've been so upset since, Sam eventually cried himself to sleep in the afternoon, out of pure exhaustion. He's broken and Tess is very quiet.

Poor Jessie dog next door made the same journey the day before, perhaps they are pals again, somewhere, in some form. I'd like to think so. I must admit I need to think so right now. And Fergus, he will always be loved.

And then there's Thumper, does he know? I get upset all over again thinking how much he'll miss his little brother, even if they did fight and squabble, they had each other's back when it came down to it.

We've been here before. Too many times, Dave says. The house feels like something big and important is missing and I've got a huge ache in my chest and a weight on my forehead.

Thank you for being the best company my feisty, affectionate, funny little Fergus. Our Fergus Fish Finger. We really, really miss you.