I've never mentioned it here, but I had a cat called TC. My family adopted him from a shelter in 2013 after he had been found wandering the streets of Glasgow. We picked him as adult cats usually get overlooked in favour of kittens. Despite being a street cat for, who knows how long, he was sweet as can be, a big gentle soul who loved humans. Today he passed away at the vets while getting treatment for a kidney disease. We have no idea how old he was but he was a senior for sure.

This hasn't been the first time I've lost a pet, but this hit me harder than usual. I think it may have been the amount of what happened while he was with us. During his lifetime I joined the furry fandom, gained friends from across the globe, lost friends, studied at university and college, got my first job, endured two toxic exes and so many more. I feel like I never fully appreciated him. I would often get irritated being woken up by him at 4 or 5 in the morning but would always see his face and mellow. He was one picky eater and would turn up his nose at fancy treats in favour of dry food and would always lick the jelly and leave the rest of his wet food. He was one silly strange cat. I hope wherever he is now, he's in a happier place.

Goodbye TC. I wish we could have spent longer together, but I am happy to have known you for 12 years where you were always by my side. I hope you find somewhere beautiful on the other side.