One feels like a murderer, because in herself she was still quite perky (thanks to good attention from the vet). However, she was yowling a lot and seemed to be becoming rather disorientated. Apart from being distressing to us and no doubt to her – but who knows what goes on in a cat’s mind – the vet warned us that as she became more confused she would run the risk of coming to an unpleasant end, either going off and getting lost or allowing herself to be mauled by a dog, or run over by a car.
So we made the difficult decision and at least she did have a very ‘happy’ end. This she completely deserved, as she had given so much happiness to us and to the many she came into contact with over a long number of years in cat terms, and at the very least 16 in ours. She moved up to Derbyshire from Devon with my father in October 1999 when she was already several years old. Ever since Tom’s Barn began in 2000 she has been on the scene, and the arrival of Douglas’s Barn was bliss to her – firstly because this was her true ‘home’ where she had lived with my father until his death in 2004 and secondly because so many lovely Douglas’s Barn guests spoilt her wonderfully. Life with us next door was never so rewarding!
As one of our ‘children’ sums it up. ‘Poor darling Boots, we’ll all miss her such a lot. She brought a lot of joy for a little thing in her time didn’t she?’