Ghost started feeling bad on Saturday. I was out most of the day but realized something was wrong when DH told me she had not moved from a favorite chair all afternoon.
She continued to decline yesterday, refusing water and food. We decided that I should take her to the vet today. Due to her age, we knew it was unlikely she would get better and did not want her to suffer needlessly.
Even though she was very weak, she crawled into bed with me last night. We were able to comfort each other.
I made an appointment for this morning at 10:30.
She died in my arms, at home, at 10 AM.
I'll miss her very much.
Goodbye my little sweetheart and friend. You were the best cat anyone could hope for, and you had a great run. Thank you for being a loyal companion for 18 years.