My little man "Taipan", my wonderful little man, he died just over one year ago, at the grand age of 15 years of cancer of the lung. He came into my life when he was just over 12 weeks old, and he was the main man in my life.

Taipan was such a character, everyone knew him, he was loving and loyal to me, his mistress, but he would bully anyone who came around to visit, including pinning the gas man into a corner of the kitchen.

He was always there for me, and he would cuddle up with me every night and be waiting at the door or looking out of the window waiting for my car to pull up.

When I married for the second time, my husband grow to love him as much as me, my husband had an oil painting done of him for my birthday and characterise portraits where presents over the years from my husband, that make me laugh to this day.

My life was not the same when he died and my husband was dreading that day, when it came I felt like a piece of me had died. But I will never forget him, and now I have two loving kittens Louis, Cinnamon Siamese , and his sister Sumen, Cinnamon Oriental, they will never replace my Taipan but they are loved just as much, and they have patched up that big hold that Taipan left in my heart.