In memory of Manson

Manson is going for his forever sleep tomorrow morning and I'm heartbroken. He's always been the sweetest baby. Lying down on you, rolling around until you rub his belly and meowing to talk to you. I've loved him all his life since helping midwife him from his mum almost a decade ago. The house will feel a little less warm without being able to talk with him. Sweet dreams little Manson atleast you're not in any pain anymore

by Charlie Christie