A sunny good afternoon to you lovely lot. I've missed you.
Before I read through all the latest messages, I need to share some sad news. Rory died yesterday lunchtime. About three hours before I walked into the house. MacSporran had stayed behind with him as I attended the family gathering. Early in the morning MacSporran knew that Rory had enjoyed his final few days, and was no longer interested in anything other than retiring behind my chair in the corner of the room. It was a Scottish Bank Holiday and difficult to contact the vet. When she arrived she was stunned to discover that, almost three months after her last visit, Rory had soldiered on. Due to his substantial size, she had to give him more than two doses of anaesthetic. Afterwards, MacSporran was so upset he stripped the cooker and cleaned the oven. I had lost my mobile phone. It was discovered in my son's car after I'd boarded the train. I learned of Rory's death when I was met from the bus in the village. MacSporran wanted me to see Rory one last time. On entering the sitting room I saw him lying on his big, feather cushion. At that point, we shed many tears. MacSporran wrapped Rory in his best blanket and took him up into the forest from which he had appeared almost six years ago. We agreed that we wanted him to lie in a sheltered place under the bracken. Nature's way seemed preferable to being buried or cremated.
The house seems unusually quiet. There is a strange emptiness on walking through the door. It will take us both a very long time to recover from his death. I shall add a favourite image of Rory and Bracken, as a means of saying farewell to a very special, bossy, beautiful boy cat.