I had to take my wee Molly cat to the vets tonight, she came in limping, and when I checked her out underneath she had a tumour. I hadn't seen it a couple of weeks ago, but she was in a terrible state. Took her straight to the V E T where they said she should be put down, she may not survive the op to remove it. She was anywhere between 14 and 18 years old, she was my husbands ex wife's cat. When she left home she left him with the cat and told him to give her to the RSPCA if he didn't want her. I fell in love with Molly cat the first time I saw her and her toothless miaow and funny ways. Even paid £1000 to keep her and Crookie in a fabbie cattery and have them transported by them to Scotland from Weston Super Mare when we moved up here. They travelled in style all the way.
Now the two of them can play on rainbow bridge together, what a reunion.
I will so miss her, blubbed like a baby in the vets, tried to be brave and that lasted until the vet called us in and I was off.
Love you loads Moll's and Crooks x x
