My best friend passed away on the 18th June 2024, after 18 years together and was cremated and scattered on the communal garden. He decided to come and live with me, a strung-out single mum, and my 3-year old kid when he was about a year old, and despite my initial resistance, firmly settled in and became the best friend I've ever had - and didn't know I needed. I'll never forget his escapades, jumping onto my conservatory roof and crashing straight though it to walk away completely unscathed, finding out he was eating at my neighbours house when I panicked and posted on facebook for advice when he stopped eating the 'cheaper' food at mine, the countless attempts to get me to eat birds and mice by dropping them on my chest when I was asleep, and his comfort and empathy for me when I was down - shown my quietly lying next to me on my bed with his head on the pillow and his paw on my face. I have two new babies now, who see me as 'mum', but Mr Tibbs was always my equal, and in a lot of ways parented me when I needed it and had no-one else. Your future cousin, Pudding, my sister Zoe's cat, joined you a few months ago, and although you never met her I hope you and her are playing and exploring together wherever you are - you would have loved her, she was so sweet. I will never forget you Tibbsy, you literally saved me xxxx
