In memory of Fletcher

He came to me with his brother just over 18 years ago , he was the social cat, the lover of people, cheese and onion crisps, and cheese. He could tell if I was poorly or sad and would be at my side as my comfort . The hardest decision I have EVER made was to let him go and the guilt and sadness is unbearable but I’m sure he is at peace now and chasing butterflies again . Sleep well my beautiful darling 

by Martina Brooks