In memory of Archie

20 years ago, when I was just 11 years old, my mum went out to buy a fridge freezer. When she came home, she had this tiny black bundle of fluff with her! Alone in a cage in the pet shop and desperate for interaction from people, her heart melted and she decided to bring him home. We named him Archie. He's been my companion through everything from my teenage years to my adult life. Archie really was more than just a cat to me. He was my comfort and my best friend. I always promised I would never be selfish and allow him to suffer because I didn't want to let him go, so he was PTS a few days ago and the tears have not stopped flowing. I wish we had longer together. Rest in peace my beautiful boy.

by Amy Grigor