This is a picture of my kitty, Asia, the evening before I took her to the vet for the last time. Her cancer got worse, and I realized that I would be doing her a better favour by letting her go peacefully rather than keeping her alive. Asia died the way I think she would have wanted, in my arms, purring until the very end.
It's strange to look outside on the deck and not see her sleeping on the rail. I still expect to see her come into the kitchen when I'm making my coffee. But now I can talk about her without wanting to cry, and I remember all of the good times we had.
