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RIP Bobbie

Sad news, that our cat Bobbie passed away. She is pictured here with Billie (Bobbie is the slightly smaller one on the left.) She was diagnosed with a heart condition of all things, with multiple medications, but only weeks after the diagnosis she rapidly became unwell, and we had to "take her in." Poor Bobbie. She was only around ten years old, as well. 

We were a bit worried about how Billie would be, as they came to us together as  a 'bonded pair' but over the years, they were no longer bonded. In fact, I think Bobbie found Billie more annoying than anything, which led us to wonder if Bobbie was in fact Billie's Mum, although Billie is quite a bit bigger. Or they may not have been related at all. 

RIP dear Bobbie.


 

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