Today I put down my cat Chaos.
She was 16. She'd spent almost half my life with me. She was a beautiful calico, with peach, grey, and white fur. She had one solid grey paw and for some reason she liked to use it as her weapon if she needed to. She was so beautiful, when she was young my mother took her to walk in a pet parade and she won first place in it. She had tons of personality, and always let you know if she was happy, or sad, or angry.
My father actually brought her home one day from work... A week later, I went and got Tarkin who passed away a short time ago. They're buried together in my back yard. They liked to be tied out there and relax or play. They're back where the wild catnip grows too, which they loved. They were very close.
She had been losing weight... When I took her to the vet, he said she had a liver disease older cats get, but we could maybe control it. I tried, but it hasn't been a week even and her kidneys began shutting down over the weekend. She stopped eating, and drinking then. She spent last night with me in bed, looking out the window, yowling now and again looking at nothing outside that I could see. She never did anything like that before.
She spent a few hours outside this morning. It's where she wanted to be. Then my family took her to the vet, brought her home, and buried her. I have an Indiana Jones German I'm burying with her... they'd been on the floor because things were a mess while I did work in the house, and this random pile of figures wound up there. When I wasn't home on weekends, she would go into the room, and walk around with the Indy Germans in her mouth yowling and leaving a trail of just them to my bedroom and my collection room till I got home. I'm going to leave her one under her stone I'm going to make her.
She was an amazing cat. I'd never had one like her at all.