Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Sad Day

My cat died today.

His name was Garfield, and he was 19. I got him as a kitten when I was 13. I came downstairs this morning to find him on his favourite cushion on the couch; it was the only time that he didn't raise his head to meow/croak back at me.

He had a good life. His last day was spent sunning himself in the back garden; his last meal was his favourite roast chicken; and last night, when I was working at my computer, he came up for a cuddle and a purr.

As the vet said to me a few months ago, "You don't last that long without good bits". Garfield was made with the best.


Goodbye, old man.

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