Tuesday, June 2nd 2015
When I called the vet this morning it was obvious that Freya was in a bad way. I went straight down to see her.
As soon as I saw her, I knew that the end had come. There was only one decision to make.
Under the drug, she fell asleep without a murmur and her heart stopped at approximately 11:15 am.
The rescue cat who was at first frightened of me, and hid from me behind the furniture, became a confident, brave and affectionate companion whom I love and of whom I am proud. Her memory will accompany me always.