My neighbour called me over to the fence earlier and told me they had been to the vet with Ginger - unfortunately he had a tumour so they had him put to sleep.
Ginger and Ronnie lived in the same house just up the road and a couple years ago the people split up leaving the cats out to roam - Ginger picked next door and Ronnie picked us. - They never really got on - fighting everytime they met - Ginger had my hand twice when feeding him in the early years and resulted in two trips to hospital for jabs and antibiotics for my arm going red. - Over the years Ginger mellowed and he and Ronnie tolerated each other with a bit of hissing and wailing - Then Ginger started losing weight and next door said they had him on a diet and he looked fit for a while but over last few months he looked skinny and was going deaf - next door works at a cattery part time but she never took him to Vet - Odd isn't it. - She said that Ronnie had been popping in every morning over the last few weeks and said I wonder if he knew Ginger was ill.
He is now at rest next to Fred - a ginger cat they had before who was run over just down the road.
Oh well such is life - RIP Ginger. - For some reason I never took a picture of him ? - This has been a right wake up call as to how fragile life is. - there but for the grace of God and all that.
Ronnie when he was a bit younger.
