My babyboy Maverick has to be put down. I broke down in tears on the phone to my mum. He's just a wee cat. He's so ill though. But he's always seemed ok. Spritely even. But it's not fair. To keep him alive when he can't eat properly. All I want is to give him a big hug and a kiss before he goes. Fucking fuck being in Glasgow. And I feel atrocious for making my mum cry on the phone because I cried myself. Silly girl. But it's not just a case of a cat, he's been Our Cat for 14 or 15 years. He's family. He's also a sweetheart. He's survived so much, he's been run over twice. I was starting to think he was indestructible.