Saturday, she was fine. Chased a moth even.
Sunday she sat on the stairs, hunched over and cried when I touched her.
This morning she was laying on her side in her bed over the heating register, crying when I pet her.
This afternoon she went to sleep.
Simone was about 16 years old and the most affectionate and cuddly cats I've owned. She was known (even among people who don't like cats) as "Sweet Simey". She consented to be worn as a hat by my son and stuffed into the front of his t-shirt. She slept with my daughter and Amanda doesn't remember life without her. Simey even liked little kids.
The trip to the vet was hard, but not as hard as seeing her hurt.
God created man in His image, we are the ones with souls. It is our job to take care of the earth and those that belong on this earth with us.
Animals don't fear death, they fear pain and Sweet Simey didn't deserve pain.
(The photo is from a time when she was fat, healthy, happy and very relaxed...)