Weststander
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21, that’s an incredible age. Only ever known one who reached that before. Mine sadly died aged 16. I adored him and was devastated he died whilst we were on holiday, felt guilty for years I wasn’t with him at the end. We had a little funeral and he’s buried in my parents garden. Neighbour even came round and threw a rose into the grave before I filled it in. never got another because the pain of losing him was so great. I completely understand why people never get another pet after losing one.
We buried her in our garden, with her favourite things like a duvet. Will never be forgotten.
A few weeks later we took on twin rescue kittens from the RSPCA, who’d come from an awful household we were told. They have a lovely life with us, a family kind to all creatures.