Our younger tortie girl, Pocket died tonight. There was nothing we could do for her except keep her warm and comfy. Of all our cats, she was the most mine. I was her person.
She had a rough start. We adopted her from a shelter that had rescued her from a situation where she was tormented by other animals, especially ferrets. It took three years to get her comfortable enough to join the rest of our cats. She lived in our bedroom before then.