Darling Albert … we were not quite ready for you to go … but your body was. Three years you have been here, goodness. Part of the Twilight furniture my handsome one-eyed boy. A special Saints refuge oldie. Chunky and loving. Poor lad had the most horrendous chronic ear trouble. He had four anaesthetics to clear them, and despite his weaker heart, he rallied every time. He has been showing signs of decline, and you know when the rib cage expands …. you likely have a nasty or two growing. Well, the scan showed that grim mass, not only around your liver, but spleen too. We all agreed, it was your time my little love boy. I kissed you for us all, and felt deeply blessed to have gotten to know you over time. Run free now, run happy xxxxx RIP 12.9.2018