Fourteen years ago a tiny little ball of fluff came into our life, called Bootsie she was our beautiful cat. She loved to sit in the sunshine and smell the flowers and was the most sweet natured cat you could imagine loving nothing more than curling up on my knee. She never stopped purring and wagging her tail like a dog, we were convinced she was half dog somehow as she would also come to you when you whistled!
Me and my best pal spent all day together and she loved to follow me around and play with all my crafty stuff, especially the wool! Here she is in one of her favourite sleepy places, and she did have a few, under my sewing machine table.
She started having problems a few weeks ago with stomach problems that had her running to the toilet and vomiting a lot. So the last four weeks have been spent going backwards and forwards to the vet and trying different antibiotics, medicines and finally steroids. None of these did any good and I spent a lot of nights sitting up with her as she was in pain and upset. Yesterday I took her back to the vets and she was sedated and given x-rays where it was discovered that the poor old lady had a big tumour in her upper bowel and one of her kidneys had died. With no hope or options left I made the awful decision to have her put to sleep. So now I feel like I've lost my best friend and I'm a bit of a mess. Even though it's the right decision and she was in a lot of pain it doesn't make it any easier.
So goodbye and thank you to my lovely Bootsie for giving us fourteen great years together. We're really missing you but you live on in our hearts. xxxxx