Spooky the cat is gone.
She worsened over the weekend and Monday morning it was clear she wasn’t very happy about her enormous lump physically interfering with her life. We took her to the vet Monday and said goodbye; she was calm, if irritated in general.
There is a Spooky shaped hole in our hearts and the house is lonely in a particular way. There is no little black cat curled up in the best seat, soaking up the sunshine. When I walk past the bathroom, no multi-syllabic meows demand I turn on the sink faucet. No loud, purring noise wakes me in the morning.
We miss her, much and often, but we are glad for the many years of small, furry companionship.