Yesterday marked the first anniversary since our beloved cat Burroughs was taken from us when he was killed suddenly by a car. It was a very traumatic experience for the whole family.

As it was Full Moon we had a special meal and the usual cakes, lit a candle for our dear boy and told stories about him, his distinctive voice when he would come through the cat flap, stuff like that.

I did the usual private ritual with the 13th cake, giving some to the earth, and sending some to the sky through the birds. My bunny had a piece too and will no doubt have more if the birds have left any!