Yesterday we got a phone call from the vet. One of our neighbours had bought in Scruffy McGinga, our outdoor cat, who was paralyzed and in pain. He had been seriously injured.
Scruffy was born when my older son was starting high school, eleven years ago. He was still, two days ago, jumping up and over the retaining walls at the bottom of our garden.
It was sad duty to inform my sons that my favourite cat throughout their high school years is no longer with us. We could not see him due to lockdown, and our memories are of him healthy.