We had to say goodbye to our beautiful boy at 09:20 on the morning of 19th October 2020. We are devastated.
Early life
Beige had a tough first six or so years. He was born on a farm in August 2003, but then kept with five other cats on the stairs of a terraced house. Beige (and others) was rescued by a wonderful lady who gave him a lovely life.
When his rescuer, a friend of a good friend, had to go into sheltered accommodation, Beige was temporarily fostered by our friend, then came to us, a really happy day, 29th March 2016.
He was 14 years old when he came to live with us, the most laid back yet authoritative cat we’ve ever lived in with!
My drinking companion
Whenever I was boozing of a Friday or Saturday night, I’d warn Beige we were in for a late one. We would stay together, him on my lap, until the early hours, or all night if I fell asleep. Every time I went outside to the loo, Beige would come for a look around or to strop his claws on a pebbledash wall! Irrespective of the weather. He was very interested in everything. Our last beer drinking session was a month ago, and his absence spoiled an intended evening last week, so I gave up on it.
RIP
Beige became increasingly poorly from early October. Unable to make his “internal plumbing” work, extreme anaemia and suspected feline leukaemia. By 19th October he had had enough.
We were privileged to share our lives with Beige and will never forget or stop loving him.
RIP, our handsome boy.