So all the time she was healthy, happy and not in any pain we would let her be. She was the most loving little thing when she chose to be but also a cantankerous, independent little madam. (As I love witchcraft and graveyards everyone called her my little familiar - lol)
Quite suddenly she lost the use of one of her back legs. We thought maybe a strain but after just a couple of days the other back foot started to turn outwards and causing her pain when she moved.
Never an easy decision but one that we had always known we would have to make. Treacle was on borrowed time from the moment of birth and no one ever expected her to be with us for six happy years.
RIP our little hell-cat.