Daisy had a stroke over the new year, she'd been failing for a while, she was so old, over 16. We didn't know how we were gong to get her to the vet, she was so heavy. But bless him, the vet came to us this afternoon, so Daisy died in peace at home, and he took care of all the arrangements. Daisy, I think, either thought she was a big cat, or the cats were all tiny dogs. She used to try and clean them, and some of the cats actually liked it. Perhaps she'll haunt the house with her pals Wellington and Tuppence. I'm sure they're happy to be together again.