Superstition

Some folk are superstitious about black cats, but not me.

As my regular blipmates will know, I have had a special bond with this beautiful black cat, Pookie, ever since I started house-sitting for P umpteen years ago.

In 2006 Pookie was taken to the local vet's after being found impaled on some railings. The vet was unable to find out who owned her after treating her injuries, so she was adopted by P, who has given her a lovely life for nearly 20 years.

Today I got the news from P that I've been dreading: Pookie's dodgy kidneys had finally given up over the weekend and she has died peacefully. I shall miss her terribly.

This is a revamp of the last photo I blipped of her, back in February.