My Cat Died

This morning. At the vet's. I was there with her to the end. Listened to her plaintive and strange mewls of pain echoing from somewhere in her dying brain. Watched the doctor slip the needle into her heart. And watched the last firings of her neurons make her twitch and convulse. I didn't want to but I figured that someone should be there for her, in the end. I'm still upset about it. More, or less, later if I don't stick a shotgun in my mouth by then.