Sadness in the house tonight. There has been some crying.
The wild rough patch of garden where Hamish spent so much time is being cleared, and the people doing it told our neighbours that they had found the remains of a ginger cat.
That is all we know just now.
I’m cuddling up to Rachel; she needs a little furry purry comfort just now.
Goodbye, little brother.
Isn't It Dinnertime Yet? 