RIP Rinli.Back on March 10th 1997, while we were living on our island, our cat went into labour. She was having trouble, and not inclined to accept help, so Youngest Son (less than 12 years old at the time) held the mother down while I pulled the kitten out.
He grew rapidly, and purred as loudly as the large Royal National Lifeboat Institution lifeboat we'd see fairly frequently.
That was when Husband named him Rinli.
His second name was Rolag, as we were learning to spin at the time and he looked just like a roll of fluffy wool.
He had many adventures in his life, including moving to the mainland and then to yet another house, but recently he began to change. Some days he wouldn't eat, some days he'd just stare into space and not seem to know what was happening. Then he started going to the toilet wherever he was sitting, then running away.
Yesterday we took him to the Vet/Veterinarian, and she found lumps on his liver. It seems liver damage can cause all the symptoms he's been displaying, and we had to make the hard decision.
He was a much loved pet for 14.5 years, and he will be missed.
Rinli perched on the fence in happier times.
Rinli looking sweet in the kitchen when he still wanted food!
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