It is raining a steady veil of sweet light drops and the world looks pearly gray. Birds are singing in the garden and but for the rain the air is still.
She had been preparing Max's obituary as he was so poorly on Thursday night . Back to the vets all snivels and sneezes and his temperature was higher. And at the vets so sad as a friend of Hers brought in their black cat, still and quiet, picked up from the road. You could feel the cat of death waiting in the air to welcome her home. Poor cat. But Max seemed to rally and was given more medicine and though quiet for the rest of the day and refusing all offers of food, this morning he came downstairs from his lair in Hannah's cupboard and ate, just a little, and drank, just enough, before heading outside, then back to his warm and comfortable cave in amongst Hannah's clothes.
Maurice still sneezes but seems ok.
But the cat of death did not leave the vets empty pawed and Gill and her family all miss their brave, dark as midnight beauty, who is now at rest.