Bye Bye Bunker

This morning John and I buried my good friend Bunker at the bottom of the garden. He had disappeared on Tuesday after a few days of going down hill fast. He hadn't been well for about a year, but he was clearly not going to pull through this time. I had worried that I'd have to make the decision to have him put down, but he took himself off (as cat's often do). Our neighbours found him under their house and we were able to bury him. At least now I know where he is now.

Bunker was such a grumpy old man cat. He was very protective and snooty about other people being around. But he loved cuddles, climbing on people and he was brilliant at comforting people when they were sad or sick.

I shall miss him.