It is nearly a week since you died, and we are recovering.
I am glad to say the young cat you found and trained as your successor is taking his new duties very seriously indeed. He apologises for not attending your burial. He was so horrified when he saw your dead body that he ran away and hid.
Papa apologises for not going to the vet with us, but both you and I knew he would funk that, didn't we?
He helped dig your grave and filled it in.
I'm not sure how these things work, but I hope you are now reunited with your brother and that your two toy mice I placced in your grave have been transformed into real, eternal mice you can chase around the Garden of Eden.
Did you really tell the youngster that one of his new duties is warming my bed? He does it well, considerately lying precisely where I place my bottom when I lie down.
No mice have been found in the cellar or attics and no tom cats have attempted to move in either.
Miss you! But as there is no time where you are now, only eternity, you won't notice how long it may be before we meet again.
Dear oet-lovers., you don't need to comment. Trold was 14 and enjoyed life until last Sunday, when he wasn't in pain, but where we knew what Monday would bring.
