I was due to go for my run this morning but had the horrendous misfortune to have to take our beloved cat to the vets for a final goodbye. She'd got ill all of a sudden and to cut a long story short, there was no option but to let her go. I will miss her indifference to my run stories, her "feed me you swine" meeows just as I got back from a run, her long luxurious snoozes that I was never successful in trying to prompt a reactionary squeak from her whilst telling her about how well I was doing on the C25K prog.
She was laid to rest in our garden where she can carry on doing what she was expert at for 99% of her spoiled life - sleeping.
I will get back in the saddle again tomorrow morning and run along with good thoughts of Sophie in my head. I'll miss her hugely.
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