
When Baby purred, which seemed to be all the day long, his whole body reverberated with joy. He had a happy, jaunty air about him, a kind of joie de vivre. Whenever our car came down the drive, he would run up to greet and welcome each of us back home, and seemed genuinely pleased to see us.
Two years ago, after having had him for eight years, we were heart-broken to discover, from the results of a series of tests carried out by the vet, that he had diabetes and kidney-failure. Choosing not to go on holiday, I got up very early each day to nurse him for what turned out to be the last six months of his life.
No matter how many injections and tests he had to endure, he stayed sweet and uncomplaining, suffering in silence to his last breath. We buried him in a sunny spot in the garden and I planted forget-me-nots and poppies on his grave, in memory of his unforgettable character.
Baby
Silky fur,
Motorbike purr.
Makes us furious,
When he’s curious!
Watch him dart,
Lionheart!
What a treat,
He’s so sweet!
Miniature size,
Amber eyes.
Silky fur,
Motorbike purr.
Makes us furious,
When he’s curious!
Watch him dart,
Lionheart!
What a treat,
He’s so sweet!
Miniature size,
Amber eyes.
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