Goodbye, Bones.

Thanks, all. I'm a bit shy of words right now, I'll probably mostly lurk, tonight.

God, you're all so lovely! I will for *sure* deliver some stories tomorrow, when I'm less fragile. Thanks, everybody.

The story starts here, nearly ten years ago. The day after a wild Sydney thunderstorm, elder son investigated a noise from the backyard, and found a tiny kitten.

He was so small I didn't think he'd last long enough to see a vet, and there was another problem ...
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He was alone and terrified, and nothing would settle him down, until I did this:
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(This thread will be a little sporadic, there are things I need to do today, and I need to find photos scattered all over the place. #BonesStories)