Gillian took a needle biopsy and half an hour later we learned that Millie’s lymph cells were misshapen. This almost certainly meant lymphoma, in other words cancer. We were devastated, but Gillian still had hope, “It can be treated,” she said.
‘When Nazar met our coddled cat, he fell in love. Unlike many Indians, he adores pets, but the few ragamuffin moggies you see in India are tiny. To him Millie was an exotic sleek-coated giant. When he discovered she knew the word “fish” he’d arrive at the boat calling “Fish! Fish! Fish!”… ‘