Friday, 18 March 2016


My Rolly Boy died on Wednesday evening. He had to be put to sleep at the vets, where he had been kept in overnight on a drip. He was my first stray and I remember like it was yesterday how close I came to taking him to a cats home. He battled with thyroid trouble for three years, and ligament trouble that could not be fixed due to his age. His blood tests revealed his kidneys and liver were remarkably stable for his condition, but he stopped eating .
The day he was to be put to sleep, I had to work knowing at the end of the day I was to drive to the vets for a last good bye.
I miss my grumpy, fussy Rolly  Poly boy.


Dartford Warbler said...

I`m catching up and have just found your sad post. It is so hard to lose our animals, however much you know it is the "right thing to do". Rolly must have had a lovely life with you.x

Jenny said...

Thanks, he had the biggest character and has left a gap in our lives. And now a new stray is around, looking very nervous and thin.