She was 18 years old and had deteriorated rapidly in the last few weeks. She used to be such a vibrant and beautiful cat.
She was vocal, proud, picky, loving, a drooler, a complainer, a barfer, but mostly just a big bag of jelly.
Sometimes she looked like a douf...
And sometimes she was just plain stunning.
Though I am glad she is not in pain anymore, and that my mom is not constantly worrying about her, I will miss Moonie cat pummeling the extra skin under my chin, drooling away in ecstasy, while we passed our afternoons snuggling each other on the couch, and our evenings spooning under the covers.