Mackie took ill last week after hiding for hours in a cupboard, we hunted high and low for him. He saw Dr Mark on Thursday, and started eating again, but after the weekend he stopped eating. He went into the clinic for more rehydration than we could give him, but unfortunately continued to weaken. He died in my arms this morning.
We have buried him under the pear tree with forget-me-nots on top of him, like his forget-me-not blue eyes. We had a wonderful time having Mackie. It seems like he has always been with us, not just 18 months or so. He has such a huge personality, there's a big big space here.