Yesterday began quietly until Molly Cat came in and yammered and couldn't move her hind legs. Turns out she'd had an embolism in the artery that supplies blood to her hind legs and the vet could do nothing but put her to sleep.
She's now in a small grave in our garden.
She'd been with us for about four years and we believe she was a gift. She came in through the study window and made herself at home. We think she was about nine years old.
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