Tonight my childhood cat got put down.
I was 10 when we got Noodles. (My sister was 8 and my brother was 5). He was named after Maggie 2minute noodles that we loved to eat as kids - this is what happens when you let your kids name your cat.
He spent his first day in our house hiding behind the fridge. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of him when he was younger - we didn't have digital cameras back then.
He didn't like it so much when I brought Keera (my cat) home with me when I was 17. He was 7 years old then and thought she was annoying. But they got along fine for the 3 years they lived together.
He loved to sit on our knees and purr and cuddle. He would growl at you if you moved him off you knee and got up. You used to feel guilty if you needed to visit the loo and he was asleep on your knee.
My dad had a thing for doing stupid things with noodles - like wearing him as a hat - noodles put up with a lot of crap from my dad. Dad used to vacuum him with the vacuum cleaner and spin him around in the air.
He had been sick for the last two years. Many visits to the vet did not yield a diagnosis. He stopped cleaning himself and had to have baths. He lost a lot of weight and threw up all his food (especially at the end).
He still had lots of energy and this morning managed to catch a bird for mum and dad before they took him to the vet - he liked to do that - catch things present them dead to dad and then walk off - he wouldn't even eat them, just show us he could still do it.
Even though I didn't live at home for the last three years I still saw him all the time (mum and dad only live 15 minutes away). I'm crying as I write this. He was my childhood cat and it is sad but he was in pain and didn't deserve to suffer.
Lots of Love