Goodbye my Gingerboy

I lost my boy today. After suffering for a week with kidney failure and a suspected brain tumour, Mr Grump and I made the very hard decision to have Alex put to rest. The vets were so lovely and gentle and called him a beautiful cat (despite being contrary at times). Alex was my baby before I had Mr Grump, and all the other creatures in my life. He had the loudest purr I had heard from any cat and loved nose nuzzles.

Goodbye boyness