And then there were none

At some point our family owned 6 lovely Holy Birman cats, but over the years, they’ve become older and some have become ill and eventually they’ve had to be allowed to leave this life. We had one left, Minas Tirith’s Darwin, he was such a warm, caring, cuddly cat, 13 years old – and today we had to put him down as well.

He got his first tumour last year, but has lived quite well with it since then, but now they had spread so much that there was nothing else to do, but what was right for the cat. It is a very sad day.