I was the first one to find our cat when she died. She had the most amazing death you could imagine - sleeping on one of her favourite spots, sun shining, after everyone except me went to work or school and said goodbye to her. I was really attached to her. Just about a month before there were two weeks that I spent completely alone. I was 18, had a summer job (9AM-5PM) in a separate office with no one to talk to, my sisters went away for a camp, my parents on a holiday trying to restart their relationship, all friends out of town. I got maybe two texts for the whole two weeks. No phone calls; when I tried to call my parents they sounded annoyed, they were enjoying their free time without children way to much. The only one I truly had at that time was our cat. Matilda. She was there, I needed to take care of her while in reality, she was taking care of me. I had someone to talk to, to come home to. I sometimes think that she died just after these lonely two weeks for me. And that she wanted me to be the one to find her. Sorry for the long story...I just had to get it out.

Crying: I’ve had a dozen cats during my 62 years, and have always had to make the horrible decision to send them off when their lives became burdensome to them. It was only 2 months ago that I held my precious Lulu in my arms as the vet ended her suffering. You are blessed beyond belief that your cat died a natural death in your presence.