Cheers folks. We'd had him since he was a kitten, just a few weeks before Jo and I got married, so he's been a bit of a fixture in our lives and very much a cherished member of the family. Yesterday evening I kept expecting to hear him purring (he was a big cat with an exceptionally loud purr), or scratching on the larder door, or see him sitting on the doorstep as I came in from the paddock (he was starting to find his catflap too much effort). He was an absolute git at times, but we adored him. It's going to take a bit of adjusting to life without him. :'(