We had a death in our family yesterday. Our elderly cat, Happy, had reached the landmark age of seventeen years and six months, and was finally at the end of her life. No matter how much rational logic goes into the argument that it was her time and all of that, I still miss her terribly. She was totally blind, but got around the familiar house just fine. She was purry and loving to the end.
It's the hardest thing we ever do as pet owners, to put down a critter we love. It's the toughest price to pay for pet ownership, and as tough as it is, a price IMO worth paying for all the years of loving. I'm so sad that she's gone, but so happy that she brightened the last years of my grammie's life, and then brightened hubby's and mine.