Last week our Snr Cat Maisie was taken very ill, and we had to have her put down. She was sixteen and a half, and had been with us for fifteen years (the majority of our married life). She was a friendly, homebody who like nothing better than to sit on my lap.
I'm not going to apologise for missing her. Hard is hard, and there's no point playing the 'my hard is harder than your hard' game.