Laundry still is waiting, I realise now.
When daughter opened her curtains after sleeping in, she saw our cat getting run over. He was in a sorry state. Called a friend who drove us to the vet. Sirius is no more.
We've buried him on one of his favourite spots in the garden under a philadelphus that was going bad.
When we left Luna almost shrieked, seeing the state Sirius was in. He himself did not have the energy to even moan. When we came home, Luna washed him, from top to toe.
We waited till oldest came home too, to bury him together. We've planted some pansies and lobelias in the earth, and a lot of grape hyacinth bulbs that were standing in a pot. To our surprise there were some spontaneous forget-me-nots starting to bloom there too.
Sad day today.
Maybe the philadelphus will do better, after having had his roots aired and all old stuff taken away.
