I'm really sad to write this, but I need to get it off my chest.
My Bupka has gone missing, and I'm in a bit of a state. In the whole time we've had her, she's 12, there hasn't been a day that I haven't seen her.
She was attacked on Saturday night by 2 cats that live over the road, she was around briefly on Sunday, and we've been looking for her ever since. Phone calls, door knocking, and lots of tapping on tins. I just want to see her again, pat her again and hear that purr.
This photo was taken a few years ago, and I love it - even with the huge blister on my thumb (from playing bass the night before) and the yellow finger (from smoking all night the night before)