She suddenly became much worse last night and died in my lap earlier. I'm glad I was holding her when she went rather than her being alone. We buried her in the garden next to Evie.
I like to think she had a good life. She always seemed happy, especially at Herne Bay where she was always climbing up anything she could, which was pretty much everything! And chewing holes in my clothes.
Bye Minnie, I love you so much.
In other news, it's my dad's birthday today. So, Happy Birthday Dad. =)