I just had to make the painful and agonising decision to put down my cat, Zelda. She died at 5.15 tonight. We knew it was coming, as her cancer was diagnosed around the same time as Mum’s final illness. Mum was more concerned about Zelda than herself.
I am sitting here, downing a few scotch and cokes, mourning both of them. I am not sure how I will get through Mother’s Day on Sunday, with my grief over my pussy cat’s death on top of the grief over Mum’s.