Pebble came to us from a farm a few days after we moved to our house with two very young children. Despite the noise and frequent attempts to hug her, Pebble enjoyed being with the family, following us from room to room, coming out into the garden to lie on the patio when we were outside and sitting in the upstairs window waiting to see when we were back.
Pebble liked people, rolling over to be tickled under her chin, sitting on any lap she could find, or playing peepoo, to which she would always meow, when you came back into view. She responded to all our silly names for her, Peb, Mrs Peb, Pebatron, Pebber-dib-dab-doo, the list was endless, she always knew what we meant, especially if it accompanied the opening of of tuna can or a rattle of the dreamies bag.
We will miss Pebble but are glad the research and learning is taking place to develop the next generation of vets.
Night Peb x
Della, Simon, Eden and George
