Sadly, I have to report we had to have Fluff pts on Monday. She had been going downhill over the last month or so, and then got a cold and stopped eating. She began again but was drooling terribly - we thought a possible tooth problem, but in hindsight, it was probably a stroke. Anyway, she had a last sunny weekend in the garden and now she lays beside her sister Lucy and mum Lucky at the top of the yard.
It's the end of an era - over 20 years of little black female cats with Attitude! They were all a bit handy with their claws, and Fluff was legendary amongst the cats here. Even on Saturday, when frail and poorly, she was sat on the bridge over the pond, big brawny Alfie was heading that way, saw Fluff, and went the long way round!
She has left a gap (we are down to 5 now, which is more than enough), but the overall feeling I have is relief, as it was hard to see her going downhill, knowing it was a one-way ticket . . .