It wasn’t unexpected.
It was time. But still…
She wasn’t eating.
And she was nearly 19.
Ours for all but her first six months.
Loved and swaddled and carried from room to room by my then two and four year old daughters.
The world’s most patient cat.
We each held a paw as she lay quietly on one blanket, another draped over her.
I wiped away my tears with the back of my other hand.
She looked tired and old and oh so small.
The vet spoke in a soft, soothing tone to us…and her.
And then our sweet old girl took her final breath and her head came to rest one last time next to my fingers.