Well, it ended today. You will have gathered from the last post but one that all was not well. Final diagnosis was lymphosarcoma of the spinal cord. She was in quite good spirits last night, but when she found in the morning she was unable to stand, you could see she had had enough. We went to the vet’s, where she was on a drip anyway, so they just put something else in the drip, and she faded away very discreetly, her eyes moony with morphine. The transition from druggy doze to oblivion was absolutely imperceptible She is buried in a clearing in the wood, her personal hunting ground, and the rest of us, of course, suffer the inevitable downside of falling in love with small animals, which is just as awful as it always is. But it has to be said, Miss Cat had an extraordinarily happy life as tiger by day, soft toy by night, and the process of decline was mercifully rapid, at least from her point of view, only a week really; there hasn’t been a long, horrible interlude of drips and catheters, which she would have hated, and she was only into the vet’s three times. All of you who have been keeping in touch by email – sorry, I can’t face writing the same thing over and over again. Thanks for your concern – sorry about these horrible clichés but it’s the best I can do.