Two weeks ago he collapsed and was left lame and mostly blind. There was some small hope that he might recover as he'd had a similar episode two years ago and made a near full recovery. But after two weeks he still couldn't get to his litter tray, couldn't find food or water left out for him.
Last night I reluctantly took George to the vets for the last time.
He is now buried in the sheltered North facing shrubbery border, opposite the olive tree we planted last summer as a memorial to WPKAW.
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