Our cat Missy was 17 years old. She has been failing for about a week, wouldn't eat, then wouldn't drink, then couldn't walk. It was so distressing that we finally took her to the vet and had her put to sleep, which is very gentle nowadays. Years ago I was told I couldn't be there because they would be ramming a needle into the heart... One reason why I didn't like the idea. We buried her in the flower bed. We both cried.
We met Missy at the vet's. She was in a cage with other kittens and our dog went up to see them. The rest hissed and jumped back and Missy came forward and touched noses with Acorn. Bob didn't really want another cat, but after we got home, he said, "Well, if you are going to the grocery store, why don't you pick up that kitten..." So I did.
We had my son's big tom cat, Ninja, living with us, and Missy wanted to play with him. When she'd get close, instead of hissing like a regular cat, he would just calmly place one paw on her head and pin her to the floor. You cannot play with your head pinned to the floor. As a kitten she would also jump on Acorn, a chocolate lab, and bite her head. Acorn would just get up. Missy would fall off.
Missy loved Bob and sat on his chest every morning. I would bring him a cup of coffee so she would not be disturbed. Bob liked to hold her up next to his face. When she was tired of it, she would wiggle a bit and if he didn't let go of her, she would whap him on his cheek like a girl in a forties movie, no claws. It was so funny.
She used to bring in live mice and drop them on Bob's side of the bed and then look indignant because he didn't play with them. One time she brought in a mouse, Bob threw it outside, and within a minute she was back in with the mouse.
When we got our current dog, Maggie, four years ago, Missy pushed her around. As Maggie got bigger, being a big happy Lab, she would sit by the bed and Missy would whack her on the head bam, bam ,bam, no claws. Maggie thought this was fun, but I think Missy wasn't feeling all that friendly.
Missy spent every summer in Maine with us. She liked to get on top of our cabin and look down on everyone.
She will be missed.