He was fine for ages and then last week he just stopped moving. He wasn't in pain, just not moving. I brought him water and food until he stated to refuse food. I stroked his head and told him how much I loved him. We sat in front of the fire on his last night and gave him water and wrapped him in his favourite blanket. He died in the morning about 11.30. Both of the children saw him die. He just meowed and then stopped breathing.
We wrapped him up in a cloth. I placed a necklace around his neck so that if his bones were found in the future people would know he was not just any cat but one who was loved. We placed him in a box. The children made good-bye cards to place in the box alongside all the flowers we could collect from the garden. We sealed the box and covered it with stars and moons. I wrote his name and dates and 'My heart has joined the thousand for my friend stopped running today
Solomon and I took him up to the top of May Hill and he sat with my mum whilst I dug a hole. We buried Tumness in a place where the bracken grows and the wind howls; it was where he was born.
I walked away from him and came back to a home without him. We have our one cat one - Shamouse - who has been eating Sheba non-stop since.
I miss him. He was my friend for eleven years. I keep seeing his shadow outside of the door, waiting to be let in but I am surprised how little we are haunted by him; only his memory. It was time for him to go.