Ah, Sarah, to lose a beloved critter is a truly sad thing.
I have this picture of your Mr S hoovering a deliriously happy Jack. Nice picture!
Speaking of ancient cats: The oldest I ever had was Polly, who lived to the grand old age of 23! Those grey tabbies are truly remarkable!
I hope, if you're determined not to have any more pets, that you're at least able to visit some! A life without animals is quite unnatural, I believe.
One thing I really like about the British is their dottiness about animals. A very endearing characteristic.
Could you please translate "boho" for me. A bit like Soho but different? A less salubrious Soho perhaps?