Moses died today.

Moses was our cat and was great, I'm not particularly eloquent today but when a cat dies that your eleven year old son has known all of his life on your wifes birthday, you don't feel like Dickens.

You may remember that another cat, Dave, died last February.

February can piss off.

I had to take Moses to the vet, I think we knew it would be the end and, while they did a blood test, we knew it was unlikely we'd see her again.  Claire and I stayed with her as she passed away.  It was more pleasant than when it happened to Dave as Moses wasn't in as much pain and purred as we stroked her.

It made things a little easier but not much, I've been crying a lot of the day, she'd been around for so long, almost a third of my life but that doesn't tell the whole story.  She was the best cat in the World...That doesn't tell the whole story either.

I miss her, the house isn't right.