Last night my cat known as Katz died.
She was barely able to walk from sickness and weakening in her feet. She pounced off my lap for the final time and hid under the desk. My brother came in to try to see her with me. After hobbling back and fourth in two positions, she collapses on her back no longer able to move or do anything: she let out shrill meows knowing she wanted to fight it but knowing it was too much for her.
Later I touched her non responsive body. She wasn't breathing and her eyes unnaturally stiff and empty like they had no life-force. As I pulled her out I couldn't stop the tears rolling from my eyes.
RIP Katz, it's been an amazing 14 years. I hope you no longer suffer and can be free however you wish.