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Sandwich died this morning.

I woke up really early and she was in the bedroom with us. She was ill. I took her upstairs and we hung out, but she was too weak to eat or drink. She fell asleep again on my laptop case.

I woke Jess and we waited until 8.50am and took her to the vet for the last time.

The vet confirmed that it was time. She surprised him every step of the way. He gave her a week to live back in September. This time though she just needed to sleep.

We were left alone to say goodbye. We’ve both had many pets before, but this was the first time we’d been in this situation. We were a mess.

There was one last injection and just like all the other times over the last three months she didn’t even flinch. Then she was passed to Jess. She died in her arms.

It wasn’t the worst way to fall asleep.

It sounds like a cliche, but the second she was gone she just relaxed and it kind of underlined how much of a struggle the last few weeks had been. We held onto her for a good long time.

We fly to New York on Tuesday. In January we should get her ashes back almost two years to the day after we first met her. We were never quite sure about her exact birthday, but she would have been just two years old this side of Christmas.

That wasn’t really long enough.

I do think that there’s a good reason that cats power the Internet.

I’ll do this properly tomorrow, but Jess and I would like to thank EVERYONE who got in touch today.

And the mail is still coming in. You guys are very sweet.