This morning we had two cats, Moses and Dave.  Now we have one.

Dave had been listless for a few days, she had struggled to eat, so we took it to the vet.  They found a tumour in her kidney and ten minutes later she was put down.  It was almost cruel in how sudden it was, although I know she wouldn't get better.

Dave was a Bengal and was deaf.  We rescued her two years ago.  We thought she was nine years old, but the vet (Who had treated her after she had been found on the streets.) had bumped into her former owner.  It turned out that Dave was actually fourteen.

She also told us that Dave had won prizes when she was younger and that Dave was a breeding cat.  That explained why she was so standoffish when we first got her.  I am so pleased that we gave her a great two years, where she learned to enjoy the time Claire, Keir and I spent with her.

Claire and I stayed with her while she died.  It wasn't fun but I'm glad we did.

Dave, you were great.  We miss you very much.
xxx