Over 15 years ago, I lost my cat, Toulouse, to kidney failure. I was heartbroken, but eventually I headed to the SPCA in Houston and adopted a furry black kitten with gray sideburns that we named Disco.
Disco was shy with strangers, but he was very affectionate toward his family. One of his quirkier habits was carrying around soft toys while yowling. He would often bring the boys' stuffed animals into my bed - I'd be ready to go to sleep at night and would find a collection of small stuffed toys piled on the comforter.
This is Disco with Reid, when he was a baby, on the changing table. The blessing in Disco's passing was that he'd enjoyed good health the past 15 years. He lost some weight last summer, but I switched cat food and he put it back on.
So the other night while Paul and I watched a movie and I suddenly noticed Disco missing, I sent Paul to look for him. He was always right there with us in the evenings, requesting affection. Paul found him on the cat tower, and it seemed he had died in his sleep. Although I didn't get to say goodbye this time, I was thankful that I didn't have to watch his health fail and that he seemed to have passed so peacefully.
We buried him the next morning before Pierce left for school. This came home in his folder from school later that day.