So a very fond farewell to my mother's beautiful cat, Goldie, who was run over and killed at the weekend. He was always an adventurous soul, and that had resulted in him losing the use of one of his front legs when he was a very small kitten. A year later he had flourished, with a hobble that didn't hold him back and remained as mischievous as ever. Strangely, he touched our hearts more than you would expect.