My cat, Seamus, died this morning at about 12am. He’d been ill for a week. We think that a wound received in one of his many fights turned septic, which caused all kinds of dreadful things to happen to his guts. The vets did the best they could to save him, but he died about six hours after the operation had finished.

Of all my cats, he was my favourite. Intelligent, handsome, arrogant, affectionate and utterly charming. Everybody loved him. Me most of all. I will miss him more than I can bear to think about.