Yes, SmokeyPokey is 15 years old now, which for a Siamese is quite aged. We're all missing poor little Minty terribly. His brother Murphy is moping around, and Smokey won't leave my side. My husband still has tears in his eyes when he comes home from work and there's no Minty to welcome him. Honestly, I've been through this so many times but it seems to get harder!
On a happier note, my sister up in Scotland has just adopted a rescue cat from the Cats' Protection League. A British black female called Mela. The website said she was 'timid and wary of people' but my good old sis got her home and the little madam inspected the premises and decided it would do. She's spent the last couple of days curled up on my sister's lap, and they love each other already. My sister is a widow and has just retired, so the company of Mela will be excellent.
I can't seem to shake off the sadness about Minty. He was so terribly ill at the end, and we did the right thing...I hate this time of year anyway, and I'm trying to keep cheerful. But...