It truly has been a bit of a crap day, the loss of Smudge has been tempered a bit by the knowledge that we will be getting a kitten in a couple of months.
The vet was lovely, she allowed us in the room with him when he went, she wasn’t supposed to, due to Covid restrictions, but it really did help us.
We have had him since 2005. We hand reared him and half the litter from about a week old. He was the runt if the litter and the vet warned us that he might not see out the night. Ironically he is the last survivor of the litter. When they came to us they were dirty grey wriggling things. They had been fed cows milk and kept in newspaper, so they got a bath in an ice cream tub. He is called smudge as we couldn’t get the muck off his nose, then we realised he was actually black and white.
We lost the first of his litter at six weeks and tabby at 9 years… he was called tabby as he was the tabby kitten that we weren’t keeping…🙄.
He would have been sixteen this October, my wife was heavily pregnant when we got them, she reckoned that as she couldn’t sleep then she might as well feed kittens overnight.
So here he is the daft old softy…