Thanks to everybody for the well wishes

Henry wasn't just a pet to us. He really was a part of the family.
He managed to make it to the grand old age of 16 (80 in cat years) but in the last months he caught cancer around his right eye probably due to his favourite past-time - sunbathing..
We treated him at the vets firstly with anti-B's and then with ever stronger steroids but we had to make the choice - either make him a house bound cat (which he would have hated) or allow him to live out his days happily doing what he loved. We decided to allow him to be happy for his last days, we spoiled him rotten with enough tuna and salmon to sink a battleship and let him come and go as he pleased.
But the hardest of decisions came on Monday. We had agreed that when the pain got too bad and Henry stop purring his little face off then that was the message that the time was right to do what was best for him, not best for us. That decision came to me when at work on Monday when I went for a walk at lunchtime. It was the hardest and sadest decision I have ever had to make.
I left work early and headed to home to spend some time with my old friend before we had to take him along to the vets.
I watched Henry come in to the world, I was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes for the very first time, we have been inseperable since then for 16 good years. Henry had always been there for me and I for him. I have had plenty of cats before, but none of them bonded with me in the way he did. When Henry passed away a little piece of me went with him.
Thanks again to you all
