Life without Pepper
I was talking last night with one of my neighbours, Kathy, who has looked after Pepper on many occasion when I’ve been away for a weekend, or off on my foreign holidays for longer. She was of course very sad…
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I was talking last night with one of my neighbours, Kathy, who has looked after Pepper on many occasion when I’ve been away for a weekend, or off on my foreign holidays for longer. She was of course very sad…
Continue readingI came downstairs this morning to discover that during the night, Pepper has died. He’s lying across the end of the sofa, comfortable like he always used to. But this morning he was cold and still. I’ve just got in…
Continue readingUpon getting home from work today, Pepper was waiting for me, curled up on the sofa. Just as well as I wanted him. He was soon not to pleased when I shut all the doors and kept him because I…
Continue readingI was just outside in the front garden, shifting my compost bin (in readiness maybe for a blue recycle bin – to replace the box) and generally tidying up when my neighbours came back. We had a bit of a…
Continue readingWhen I got home from work today (coincidentally after stopping off at the vet to pick up more food, and arranging with Kathy over the way to come in over the weekend whilst I am away), I discoverd Pepper, curled…
Continue readingPepper was not a happy pusscat when I got in from work. He was lying on the sofa, seemingly blissfully asleep, but when approached, meowing, and defensive and deffinitely not comfortable. And of course by the time I was able…
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