This will not be a long post. The eulogy will come, but not now, not now.
After an idyllic afternoon in the garden with the all of our remaining furry family, we found time to smile about Wiglet. We watched the puppy build her friendship with Diddies, gently following her around the long grass in the paddock.
Fifteen minutes later Rich found Diddies, she had been clipped by a tractor and killed. Gone.
I cry as I right this. I literally howled, to the point my neighbours came to console me. There is no consoling, it is too much.
My beautiful little ragdoll cat.