Early last week mum's little cat was hit by a car.
My sister and I gave this cat, Millie to Dad when he was first starting to go into his slow decline.
He had given up golf and had very few interests apart from TV, he was starting to retreat into a very small world that was just home and family.
He loved Millie with a passion.
Millie had a difficult start in life, she gave birth to kittens before her first birthday and she and her kittens were dumped at the RSPCA animal shelter.
That is where we found her and adopted her to give to Dad for his birthday 6 years ago.
So Millie was injured and taken to the vet, she had a broken leg and bruised lungs.
She was operated on and spent two days at the vets. Mum was willing to pay whatever she had to , to keep Millie alive.
She was desperate that Millie should live but no doubt you have guessed that little Millie died.
She did go home and spent two days there before she died in Mum's arms last night.
I think that is enough you know.
In the past 12 months Mum has said goodbye to a brother, a sister, a husband and now her last little living connection to day to day life with Dad, little Millie.
She needs to be allowed to just get on with life for a while don't you think.