Sadly, we had to have Gromit put down on Friday night.
He was 13 years old, and considering he was a psychopathic monster eating at the Last Chance chewy-stick bowl when we rescued him, he did alright in the end.
He leaves behind a miserable Tigger, and a worried (outnumbered) Bailey.
Eric and Jasmine were unavailable for comment but it sounded like the cat equivalent of 'One down, one to go'.
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Poor little fella. Hope you're doing ok
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