You know, it's funny how folks on an internet chat board can become such good friends. So you folks are the first ones I've told this to.
My kitty died a couple of hours ago. Yes, her name was Grommit. She was 16 years old and moved out here to South Dakota with me 11 years ago.
She's been fading the past few months. Lost weight and all. She was still eating and drinking and jumping up on the bed to wake me several times a night. She was still under my feet all the time and purring and happy.
But last night when I got home she seemed to be in pain and couldn't walk much. Her feet kept going out from under her. She went into her favorite spot on the bathroom rug and lay down. I sat up and petted her and talked to her most of the night. She seemed to quiet down (I think the pain was in her legs). When I got up this morning she hadn't moved so I stayed home and repeated the petting and talking. She was unconscous but I think she knew I was there.
About one o'clock this afternoon she took her last breath. I wrapped her in an old shirt and left her there and came to work. (I've got to give lessons this afternoon.) When I get home tonight my "son" is coming over with a shovel and we're going to bury her in the yard.
She was my best friend for the past 16 years and I'm going to miss her so much.
Guess it's time to buy an alarm clock.