Onyx spent his last night on my bed, which made me thing something was wrong, and I was thinking about the vet in the morning, but he followed me to the toilet at about 3am and said he was hungry. So I fed him. He was on my feet at 7am, and I dozed off for a while.
When I got up, I found he had used his litter tray and had taken himself under the coffee table where he was in a coma. So, cancelled everything for the morning to hold him. Ace was brilliant. He put his arms around him and cuddled him, and I can't help wondering how many friends he saw die in Cyprus and eased their passing with cuddles.
We've planted a rose bush on him because he was a bit prickly, but a beautiful boy when you got past his thorns.
I don't have a huge number of photos of Onyx; he really was reclusive and camera shy, but here he is, showing his shiny fur after he had beaten kidney problems
So now we are down to one pantherette and the house feels empty again ...