Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
by admin - 12:27 on 30 July 2012
Tess, also known as Bess, died at eight o'clock this morning.
Something was clearly wrong when Matchgirl and I came downstairs and saw her through the window, on the lawn. By the time Matchgirl had phoned the vet, Tess had crept into the bushes. I followed, but when I found her it was all over.
She'd been not quite herself for a while but her appetite was fine and her hunting instincts undiminished; overnight she'd eaten the food we left out. Whatever happened must have come on very quickly not long before we saw her.
Matchgirl doesn't want Tess buried so she called Nairn Pet Crematorium and received reassuringly sympathetic responses to her questions. A few hours later we took her there, wrapped in her favourite blanket, and said goodbye in a small room designed for that purpose. Tears were shed by both of us. We'll collect her ashes in two or three days' time.
We returned home to find an email informing me that Tess's book is ready for collection from the printer. It seems that it will be her memorial after all. We'll miss you, Tess.
We are thinking of you both Bassman and Matchgirl XX
I will be ordering your book shortly.
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