Last night I prayed for my cat. If she was going to leave me, I prayed that she would go peacefully in her sleep, that God would show mercy to both of us. She had deteriorated further by the time I went to bed - she was very weak, and even the effort of walking a few steps and yelling at her rival BoyCat when he jumped on the bed seemed to exhaust her.
I fell asleep with her lying on the pillows to my right, although at some point I felt her stumbling across me in an effort to get off the bed, and at least once I heard her meowing a bit somewhere off to my left.
When I awoke this morning I looked for her, and found her stiff, cold and lifeless, lying mostly between my nightstand and the bed.... gone.
My best feline friend, my constant companion for the last 13 years... now in heaven with the love of my life, my other constant companion for the last 7 years.
Might I again repeat the refrain? "This sucks."