My sister Pat's oldest cat, Rudy, died on Friday night at 11:55 pm. Pat was stroking her fur.
She had been getting progressively sicker: not eating, and then not drinking. So she took herself to her favourite spot (the top of the old clothes dryer in the basement) and rested on a blanket. Pat kept a tea-light burning and kept the light off. As she was replacing the tealight, she found one that was already partly burned down - and then thought that perhaps Rudy would go out with the candle. So she found a full one. Sure enough - when Rudy drew her second-last, deep breath, the candle sputtered, then went out before the last breath.
Pat called Rudy her "Grief-less cat" - no messes, no getting caught in cat-traps, no dead birds or rodents on the doorstep.
My Daisy passed away last year and was also the "Queen Cat" of our house.
Here's to Queen Cats and Cat Lovers everwhere.
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