RIP Gamora

I'm going to keep this short, otherwise I'm going to fucking cry all over again and again and again.

We took Gamora to the vet on Friday because she was limping, and it turned out that she had Feline Leukaemia and we had her put to sleep.

I'm fucking devastated. Gamora was the first cat we've had that was truly mine. It turns out that each time we'd been calling her for the last month, she was actually anaemic and in pain and she still ran to see us.

I will never forget her little mew, her face, her licking, her snuggling under the covers when we slept. She was always the first to greet us at the door, the first one at my feet on the loo, she ALWAYS came running when we called (Rumble and Frenzy know I just want to tease them, and I don't always have food) and she never got to experience snow or catching a bird or stealing my dinner while my back was turned.

I will miss you, G