We had her for nearly seventeen years. She was quirky, eccentric, and perhaps I'll have more to say about her in a future post.
She'd been slowing down lately, losing a great deal of weight, and becoming easily confused. It was obvious that the end wasn't far off.
It came Wedenesday morning.
One of our bathrooms has a south-facing window, and thick, fluffy bathmats on the floor. The window admits a shaft of light from the time the sun breaks the treeline until shortly before noon. This, of course, made it one of the cat's favorite rooms. (Never mind that picking black cat-hair out of thick, fluffy bathmats was not one of her pet humans' favorite activities).
On Wednesday, she walked into the bathroom and positioned herself in the patch of sunlight. She then lay down, curled up, went to sleep, and never woke up. As a matter of fact, we thought she was asleep, until someone noticced that one eye was slinghtly open.
In my opinion, that's the best way to go: quietly, peacefully, and in the location of one's own choice.
I suppose it's silly to have a "viewing" for an animal, but after a while, they become part of the family. As she never did grow much bigger than a kitten (11 lbs. at her largest), she fit into an Easter basket.
Goodbye, Kitty. We miss you already.