RIP da Bomb

Big bad Bomb, Reb's teenage-hood cat, who was about 20 years old & mostly deaf and blind but still bad-ass, finally gave up the ghost today. Poor kitteh had collapsed on the path and was limp & unresponsive, and she died a few minutes later. We wondered if she had a stroke. We buried her in a nice spot in the back garden. Freya was good, she didn't get upset and seemed to understand what was going on. Reb & I were sad, but the old beastie had a very good innings.



On a better note, Holidays are here again...