A new week!

Tinker (left) and Pickles.

It's a week now since my beloved cat passed away. The first couple of days were awful - I've never cried so much in my life. Losing Pickles has hit me harder than any other cat we've lost. I think it's because I'd spent so much time with him over the last 7 months. He was a perfect patient - he graciously allowed me to shove tablets down his throat 3 times day and inject him once a day (although he did occasionally have a little grumble!)

We had Pickles cremated and have now got his ashes with us. I was very worried about how his little brother would cope. We've had them both since they were 8 weeks old and Pickles was very much the big brother. He would always look out for Tinker, wash him and generally follow him about. The first few days Tinker kept looking for him and was a bit unsettled but today he seems much more relaxed. We've been giving him loads of cuddles and playing with him to keep him occupied.

As they say - time is a healer....