I took in Zoie about five years ago, when her previous owner could no longer take care of her. She was an easygoing critter who fit well into the household. I grew fond of the old soft-furred purrer.
But today, I came home from a camping trip to discover that Zoie had suffered a "saddle thrombosis" - a blood clot had cut off circulation to her hind legs, which were basically dead. Worse, she had stopped eating and drinking - very unusual for Zoie, and a sure death sentence from dehydration.
I took her to the vet, of course. The vet confirmed that there was no cure, no good prospects - and since Zoie was in a lot of pain, recommended euthanasia. I accepted her advice. She gave Zoie an injection, whereupon my old fat cat quietly passed from this vale of tears while I held and stroked her.
I just finished burying her body. I'll make a little marker for her grave, later.
Goodbye, Zoie. If there is such a thing as cat heaven, I have no doubt you're in it.