So one of my cats has died. Maybe my memorial to her is slightly on the morbid side, but anything posted on the internet is accessable to anyone and normally lasts until it is either deleted or the internet dies, meaning that I have something long lasting other than a mound of earth and some hair which I've kept in a little plastic box to remember her by.

Thursday [link] (grey cat on the right) [link] died seemingly in her sleep last night, very much loved and cared for, in a warm room next to me. And I didn't realise until I moved a chair this afternoon and discovered her underneath - I thought I let her out at night but was too tired to remember or something.

She was nearly 12. She always used to have immune system problems, but what I don't understand is that she was seemingly healthy, running around and jumping on my lap last night like she always did, was eating well - Even her corpse was clean. She just looked like she was asleep, although her facial expression was as if she had been anesthetized.

What puzzles me most though is that despite her apparent good health, somehow I knew she didn't have long to live. I was hugging her a lot last night. . . It's nice to know that I said my goodbyes to her while she was still alive and able to appreciate them.

Suppose she died in happy circumstances, in a seemingly peaceful, non-traumatic way, really. And she got a lot of love when she was alive.