My oldest cat, Minnie, died yesterday morning. I'd been expecting it for a while but when it came to it, it was still devastating – I was glad to be with her at the end. She'd been my friend for 18 years, through some very tough times and some very happy times. I can't manage to look at photos of her just yet, she was a beautiful lilac Burmese with a very quirky personality. She had a fondness for all things spicy and was often to be found walking around carrying a pair of socks in her mouth.
It's just me and Molly in the sewing room now and we're trying to keep cheerful and looking forward to chicken for tea (Molly) and the postman arriving (hopefully tomorrow) with EQ7 and the first part of Scandinavian Christmas (Me).