goodbye, Bada

What a roller coaster – this morning the vet phoned and said she was “feistier” and taking her food through a tube.

We arranged to go and see her at 6.30, and were confronted with a small cat on the edge of death. She wasn’t accepting her food through a tube, wasn’t drinking, had an ulcerated tongue, and was generally as ill as she possibly could be.

We took the only decision we could – we let her go. And we will miss her joy and her nibblous tail more than I can say.

Good hunting, Liessa …