Smiling at our one-year-old cat, Barnaby, snuggling with our new tabby kitten, Torvi, I felt like our family was finally complete.
‘They’re like little and large,’ I joked to my three children, Be, 12, Joshua, 10, and Amalie, seven.
We all loved our Barnaby to the moon and back.
He may have been a healthy kitty, but he was definitely on the larger side compared to Torvi.
Because he packed a few extra pounds, we affectionately gave him the nickname Fatman.
He’d be sure never to miss a meal, and loved being at home around the kids.
So, early last year, when he didn’t come in for his dinner one evening, I was quite worried.
He’s just exploring, I thought. But when I woke up the next morning and he…