On the last ship out from Middle Earth...
We had Baggins (the ginger cat, not the hobbit) put down this evening. He was really old, and not too healthy, and he'd been really dehydrated lately, so Dad took him to the vets for a blood test. Results weren't good, so the vet recommended putting him down before he starts to really suffer. So we did. And now poor Greebo is on his own. I don't think he's realised yet.