My husband wrote this tribute to our cat.
Bink died yesterday at a very ripe age. She always lied about it but we think she was 18. The last two days saw her decline rapidly and - while the vet offered to try and prolong things - we all thought it was time to go.I miss Bink terribly. The house has three adults, but seems empty without the Binkster. I am pressuring my husband to open our home to another cat.
All hail Bink. Mummy fighter extraordinaire and classy looking dame. Truthfully though, her bathroom habits did leave something to be desired.
