03/11/2026
My ginger ninja has left the building. Pan’s full name was Pantalaimon. Anybody familiar with the origins of this name will understand the depth of pain when severed from a being so vital to them.
I’ve known Pan from when he was 5 weeks old, one of a litter of kittens born to a teenage mum. Raised by a Woodgreen Pets Charity volunteer in her busy doggy household, head of cat section Juliette knew he’d be the right one for me. So much for my blue girl (what I thought I wanted), I was now mum to a ginger boy.
Strong minded, confident, wild on occasion , he cat trained more dogs than you could shake a stick at. The eye roll I’d get when he sauntered through the cat flap to see yet another new dog was always something to behold.
I’m tempted to say he retired to Scotland, but he remained young and vital until his final months. His Scottish neighbours were soon trained to open their doors when he came knocking, demanding food and cuddles in equal measure.
He spent his last day sunbathing in his fav spot in my garden.
Spending almost 20 years with this beautiful, sociable, opinionated boy has been the privilege of my life.