R.I.P. went today, purring as she went. Aged about 17 years (human).
Looked after The Oily One all his adult life.
Also looked after The Carpenter.
A ball of nerves and affection and playfulness, to quote my daughter.
She had a tumour on her liver, the Oily One found last week, and quickly went downhill, losing weight but still eating until today.
We'll all miss her.
She'll be laid to rest in Pembrokeshire where she stayed for a while, on a smallholding at the end of a mountain.
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