I posted here when Bryher died, and I'm posting again to mark the death of Tommy cat. He died on 1st January, seemingly from a big heart attack or stroke. He was in good health. I was lying on the sofa, and he was on the back - he stretched out his legs and fell into my arms. A couple of yows and he was unconscious, a few shuddery breaths and he was dead. The whole thing took a couple of minutes.
He was such a lovely, slinky boy. He loved jumping up in my lap, stretching out the full length of my legs and hanging his head over my knees. He loved having his tummy tickled - such soft white fur. He loved looking upsidedown at things - lunchtime on the day he died I was heating up some baked beans, and he ran to see what was in the tin I'd opened. He stood by my feet and looked up at me with the biggest, most beautiful eyes.
He was always jumping up on things and running around, such a scampy boy. He had a favourite toy, a piece of hyperbolic crochet on a string that I'd wave for him. He'd catch it in mid air, and carry it away to a corner to disembowl.
I'm glad he died quickly, and in the arms of someone who loved him very much. RIP Tombly Boy.