Thanks dudes

... For all your lovely messages. I have been feeling very pooey the last few days and on top of it have had a pretty busy flipping week. I had a lovely dream about Molly last night where she came back from beyond the grave and we were back in our old house which made me smile when I woke up. Almost like she came to see me from kitty heaven...

Anyway, enough. I have to fly across to Southampton tonight and I am going to have a serious few drinks with Nick's parents, who had to deal with Molly, as we'd taken her over there the week before. Poor Den, what a thing to have to deal with, and she's got enough on her plate at the moment with other stuff going on. It never rains but it pours eh. Thankfully we have a fantastic wedding to look forward to this weekend in Guildford, an old pal from school and no doubt it will be very messy and drunken, considering who's going.

Nick's parents found a really lovely vet's practise in Winchester where they cremate your pet and sprinkle the ashes over Farley's Mount, a pretty hillside. I know Mols had never been there but we can't exactly take her back to our house as it sold last week so it will have to be alright. She will always be in our thoughts, and that is what counts. She was my special little girl, despite the meat breath and the faint smell of marmite (which was always a mystery as she didn't even like marmite), I will miss her fluffy tummy and funny little chirpy noises so much.