Maya was an imperious cat, always very sure of what she wanted.
We had to let her go this evening.
She was nearly sixteen years old and had been in fine shape until a few months ago, but then the same creeping illness that took her litter-mate Gatto a year ago started to creep up on her. We treated as well as we could, but that treatment brought on another condition, and… well.
All we could do was stop her from suffering any further. Her last couple of days saw some improvement, but it was a golden sunset – beautiful and welcome, but still the end of the day. She was my wife’s cat first, but I know she was comfortable with me too.
Thank you for many years of amusement and company, fuzzy cat. You will be sorely missed.