One of the gloomiest days ever today - a day which started so well. Harry and Tom spent the morning in Tom's room playing on the gaming consoles and Mary slept in after another late night. Peter came over and fitted the new door between Sara's study and the garage and this evening I took Tom and Harry to play golf at Grateley. As we left, Emily, our cat, was happily stalking something under the front hedge. Harry had a really good time and enjoyed his golf. We left the course in good spirits and phoned Sara to say we were on our way back. Sara didn't answer the phone at first and we phoned again to find her in tears. The awful news was then broken to us - our beloved Emily had been found dead in the neighbour's garden. I screamed in anguish (using some pretty un-Christian words) in utter disbelief. She had been fine only two and a half hours ago. We got home as quick as we could and Emily's still warm corpse was evidence enough that her short life had come to an end. Her collar was missing (later recovered in the neighbour's garden) and it looks like she must have been run over in the neighbour's drive - probably she was hiding under the undergrowth. Tonight we are in a complete state of shock. Emily was such a lovely cat, a real member of the family who would wait at table, join us for meals, snuggle up with the children and had an uncanny knowledge of when the children were not happy. There is not a dry tear here tonight. Emily, we loved you so very very much!
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