...when I had my dear old cat, Puss Puss put down this morning. I had her for 18 years. Last night I bathed her and used the blow dryer and brush on her matted fur, and she didn't even try to fight me. I knew then that it was time for her to go. We saved her life three times; when I adopted her as a stray, when we paid for very expensive exploratory surgery that resulted in a hysterectomy and when we paid for very expensive supplements to combat a severe case of megacolon.
She was a very loving cat to everyone except me...probably because I was the one who administered her medication, cleaned her bed, litter box, bathed and brushed her, etc., and she fought me like a tigress every time until the last time.
My dear husband and I have been crying on and off all day. I've never lived with anyone longer, and I miss her.
She's the one in my avatar.