What a s**t weekend

10:30pm last night we got a call from the vets. Puss had had another 'episode'. Her heart rate had dropped and her breathing was laboured. "She can't recover from this" we were told, "this is the end"

Me and Mr J headed straight over to the animal hospital. We gave her a kiss and an ear rub and held her close as she drifted off to sleep.......

Night night Puss

Today we went to collect her body. All wrapped up like a little Christmas parcel, we took her to my parents house and buried her at the bottom of the garden, under a tree
and over looking the fields. She will be happy there.

This afternoon we busied ourselves with taking down the Christmas decorations (not feeling very Christmassy anymore) and building flat pack furniture for the bedroom.

Here's to puss! The most wonderfully annoying cat in the world xx