I came through the door after walking the dogs to find my wife and son wailing over the limp body of our main cat. She had been purring away with the wife enjoying the warm air near a heating grate when she made a funny sound and gasped her last in the Wife’s arms.
She had been rescued in Japan from a “pet shop” that sold endangered species and kittens in filthy cages to feed exotic pets. The owner was protected by Yakuza – but that protection wasn’t enough to keep it from getting shut down a few years later. The Cat tended the Wife through her pregnancy, and was the Kid’s special pet throughout his childhood.
The Cat loved everybody equally. She was friendly to strangers, never missed the litterbox and loved snuggling with us under the covers.
As far as death’s go, it was a good one. But knowing that doesn’t take the sting away.