Yesterday my cat died, and she was an amazing 17 years old, and would have been 18 next month.

She was a fighter, if the dog would annoy her, she'd hiss at him to tell him to back off, if she were ill, she'd pull through, and even when she became blind with bad legs, she was still a cat to be reckoned with.

She wasn't unnesessarily ruthless however, she was a great, friendly family cat. You could stroke her, pick her up, and play with her, just when you annoyed her, you'd better watch out!

When she was dying it was no exception either, despite being incredibly weak and nearly unable to actually stand, she was fighting until the end, with all of us around her, saying our final goodbyes.

Her death is not surprising, however, and in a way i'm happy that she has passed away. She has been blind for nearly the past year, has had really bad legs, and had problems with her teeth. At least now she's no longer in any pain or suffering.

I have submitted a picture of her in the Garden, because she really liked it there, sometimes she'd sleep in the sun or sniff the flowers. I want to remember happily, rather than in the pain that she was in at the last days of her life. You can view it here.

R.I.P Daisy - An amazing cat who lived an amazing 17 years. You will always be remembered.