My childhood kitty (who stayed behind at my mum and dad's when I moved into Muriel) had not been well for a while -as you can see she had facial cancer- but had not appeared too bothered until just recently. My mum called to let me know that they had decided to put her to sleep, as she had deteriorated and it would be kinder to prevent her further pain and suffering. It was a very sad afternoon for us all- Missey was my kitty to start with; she slept on my bed at night and would keep me company when I was studying (from upper primary school through to university!). When I moved out she became closer to my younger brother and sister but she will always be my Missey. I'm glad I got to say goodbye to such a special part of my life and that she is no longer in pain. RIP Missey moo!