Very sadly last week I had to say goodbye to my beloved Prue. After her ill health earlier this year she rallied for a while, but for the last fortnight she'd been eating very little and on Wednesday I could see her breathing was laboured. At the vet's she was pronounced a 'very poorly cat' and so there was only one possible thing I could do. She came home for the final time and is now in her resting place at the bottom of the garden. She was almost sixteen years old and therefore had had a good life but nevertheless I still felt wretched. The house feels so lonely without her, especially at bedtime, when she bounded onto my bed before settling down. And first thing in the morning there is now no one to accompany me to the loo or race me down the stairs.