I had to have the cat put down this evening. Got back from work, she was fine - demanding her scran as usual so I fed her, ignored her as usual and all was well. Half an hour later she was crying and semi-immobile. A panicky trip to the emergency vet and a diagnosis of a blood clot that had blocked circulation to her back half. Chance of recovery pretty well zero, but I had pet insurance so vet suggested keeping her hanging on. But she was in pain and distress, so I asked for the lethal jab.
I'm not a cat person, really, but she was the most intelligent little moggie I've ever known. I never gave her a name on the basis that she knew who she was, so she was registered as 'Cat' at the vets and that's what I called her. She was an exemplary companion animal. I shall miss her greatly.
And now I shall get a little drunk.