
Even I struggle for words sometimes. There’s a lot of upheaval in my life currently, but hardest of all is the loss of my great friend, and last of my cats descended from Cáit (living with me), who has gone on her final wander. On Friday August 29, I had to bring her to her last visit to the vets (Treaty Vets – wonderful and kind people), as she was losing power in her legs, and her quality of life was on the decline.
It’s a very painful and difficult decision to put your friend to sleep, but I was happy to be able to be with my Dear Puss as she passed peacefully. Many tears were shed, and indeed as I write this now, a few more come.
Mandy was one of those cats that embraced her later years and seniority. A couple of yeas ago she decided she would retire from any mousing/security around the house. She would sit on her rocking chair, gently rocking as she groomed, as I (and she) spotted a pygmy shrew wander behind her, and act as if nothing was happening.

Ol’ Mandy down the garden in New Road with her Uncle Seány, summer 2025.
Mandy always had a voracious appetite – she would have to sample food from all bowls available – even if one of her siblings or mother were eating from them! Large, at 5 kilos for a queen, we would affectionately refer to her as ‘The Fridge Magnet’, as even in her decline, she would always appear at the sound of the fridge door opening, expecting a snack!
Puss is sorely missed by her many friends, particularly her Uncles Seány and Paul, who tended to her many times, and were among the first human friends she made, owing to her suspicious and feral nature.
My especial thanks to all our friends who looked after her, and I thank you all most sincerely, and to Siobhán and John at the vets for your empathy and kindness, to me and my Beloved Mandy.
Puss has a lovely resting place now, which I visit, and has the company of a true friend. Coladh sámh my Love XXX.