Gollum was my first kitten. A cornish rex born with hair, with no value to the breeder, but priceless to me. A tiny jet black bundle with huge ears and large green eyes. I nursed you through cat flu and you nursed me through my marriage break up. We looked after each other. As you grew you became as precious to me as my children. You would ride around on my shoulders, snuffling my ears. You would open doors, swinging off the handles. You would always come running , usually from up a tree, at the sound of my voice. But one day I called and you did not come. We hunted for you but you were not there. Then we saw a bundle on the roadside. As we approached I convinced myself it wasnt you. But then I saw your collar. I didnt need to read the tag. You were gone and I had'nt been there for you, you had laid alone. I brought you home and laid you to rest in a quite garden. You were barely a year old. I felt physical pain for your suffering. But my baby you did not die in vain, through you we found little Sponge, as black as you and in need of love and care, and through him Kymo, neurotic and vain. Neither of them replace you but they are your memorial. Gollum forever in my heart until you are in my arms at rainbow bridge. Your Mum, Nicki