Tonight, my big brother Salvador went to the Rainbow Bridge.
Mum and dad had taken him to the v-e-t this evening because his health had been getting a lot worse lately. He wasn't grooming himself, he kept having accidents in the house, and two days ago he stopped eating properly.
When the v-e-t examined him, he found a very big tumour on one of his kidneys. The v-e-t said that because it had grown so fast (it wasn't there six weeks ago when Salvador last went to the v-e-t) that there was nothing they could do for him, and the fact that he had stopped eating meant that Salvador was telling us it was his time.
Farewell poo-face, I hope you are having fun over the bridge and chasing lots of birds.