Today is the second anniversary of losing Napoleon. His corner memorial garden is growing well, with white flowers in bloom at every season and I say hello to him every time I go out of my gate. I love all my cats of course, but no-one can replace him, his sense of fun, his affection and his intelligence. His loss has affected our lives so much, making me paranoid about safety when I thought I had found a cat paradise here in a hamlet with no through traffic and surrounded by fields.
Always in my heart. RIP sweet boy.
Here he is when he was dumped on my doorstep
And six months later
Always in my heart. RIP sweet boy.
Here he is when he was dumped on my doorstep
And six months later