Slate died this morning. I’d been expecting it, as she’d barely been eating all week, and last night she wasn’t even interested in eating treats.

When we got up this morning she was barely moving and was having trouble breathing. We took her to the vet, because I was worried that the breathing was causing her to suffer, but she died before the vet even looked at her, so at least her death was quick.

When we brought her home last fall, I knew that it wouldn’t be for very long, since she was very old, but it was still hard. But she spent the last months of her life very happy as an inside cat, getting all kinds of attention, so her life was good.

I’ll just miss her.