Jojo died last night.
She was elderly and pretty much hated everyone in that adorable grumpy-old-lady way some cats have.
I will miss her complaints regarding my existence in her space.
She accompanied me through all manner of life difficulties and I lovingly killed her off in fiction quite a few times. It is very strange to me for her to be gone.
She died loved. Her last breaths were taken with her head in the palm of my hand. It is not a bad way to go, dying while being held by someone who loves you. It’s certainly not something I’d object to for myself.