We recently attended a funeral.
This was a sad funeral-- unlike the funeral for the hermit crab a few years back.
Our Christmas kitty mysteriously died and we found her shortly thereafter on our front walk. We have no idea what happened to her. She seemed perfectly healthy and had no signs of trauma.
We all really, really liked her and we don't know if we want to get another cat to replace her. We'll see.
This was the last picture we had of her, curled up on my lap during reading time.
She was a beautiful cat and now all I have left of her is the scar she's left on my hand when she scratched me when we first got her. I'll probably always have that.