A sad evening - Friday 27th. April

Normie, our cat of 11 years, died this evening in rather sad circumstances.
I arrived home from work at 5:15 to find him laying on his side in our driveway, unconscious and hardly breathing.
He had been diagnosed with a heart condition less than a month ago and although on medication for same there was always the likelihood that something would happen.
I shot him down to our local vet - literally less than a minute away by car - but the verdict was that he was too far gone to expect recovery, with fluid on his lungs and faint, erratic heartbeat.
Rather than continue his distress I  had my little mate put to sleep.

Normie had a habit of coming into my study, jumping up on the desktop and then staring at me until I rested my legs on the desk, so that he could then climb onto his perch and have a snooze, or luxuriate in having his ears and chin scratched.

People say that cat's don't really attach themselves to you and that they don't show affection.
That may be true - I don't know. But I do know that tonight I really miss my little furry friend because if he didn't show affection then what he did show came bloody close.