My wonderful old cat had to be put to sleep a couple of months back. He was very ill but had been chirpy and content til the last handful of hours when it was finally time to intervene. I had hoped to find him permanently asleep on his cushion, but he just wouldn't drift off on his own, and he was clearly feeling really bad. They say you know when it's time, and I did.
He was buried in the orchard under a beautiful thriving cherry tree, and he frequently gets chatted to as we walk past.
The farm needs cats - rodent patrol is essential - and anyway, the house needs more than one cat to keep the dogs on their mettle.
There has been a trip to the Cats Protection League and two tabby boys, six weeks old and orphaned when their mother was run over, have been chosen. They should arrive in the next week or two.
Now it's just a question of names. Bill and Ben, Boris and Ken, Fish and Chips, Laurel and Hardy, Frost and Duffy, Tom and Sam, the possibilities go on and on. Any suggestions?