This is just a quick note. I'll probably come back and update this with something more at a later date.
Worthington died last night, in our arms on the sofa being stroked and much loved. He was 9. Damn good going and a top rabbit. We put him to rest in the garden just now, wrapped in that skirt of SparklyJems that he liked to chew.
Pixie died on Saturday morning. She'd been ill for a while and we knew it was coming. She was 11. She meant the world to me. She was my best pal, as well as being an awesome cat. Everyone loved her who ever met her. We buried her under the cat mint, perfect.
Not a good week for pets.