We came back from a weekend in Scotland to find that Balthazar was missing. The cat-sitting neighbour hadn’t seen him when coming in to feed them. I put up posters on Monday and all day kind people in the neighbourhood phoned with possible sightings and good wishes, but sadly several of the residents of the road along the bottom of the hill reported that a cat matching his description had been killed on the road. We can only really believe that it was him. The kind neighbour who buried him showed us today where he had done so, so at least we got to say goodbye in a way.
Lily has become quite active and vocal, and it’s hard to know whether she misses him or is glad she’s not having her tail pounced on all the time.
Anyway, I know I miss him.