Boy, this is a tough one. Trent didn't die during the night (he had zero interest in dying), so we made the tough choice yesterday to take him to the vet and have him put down. So we're minus one cat now, and he was definitely the hardest cat to lose. We've been everything from alright to beside ourselves. The last week we had him was great: He was full of love and purrs for us, and I know we both value that time. Owl, who was with him after he first got sick, spent awhile being antisocial with us--Trent was his best friend and he taught Owl to be a cat, so it's no surprise that he wanted to just be alone. Estelle was the real surprise: She went in and out of the room all night checking on Trent, even getting over her fear of humans enough to sit close to Chris while he was by Trent. She's already taken over the job of alpha cat (as we suspected she would) and is comforting Owl and making sure he eats. Estelle may hate humans, but that doesn't mean she's a bad cat. Finally, of course, Miss Lemon couldn't give a rip about the absence of a cat in the house (since she lives alone because of her aggression towards them), but she knows we're sad and has been taking care of us. Really, everything's going as well as can be expected.
It seems right to me to honor our old friend by showing some good pictures of a good cat. He will be missed.
Finally, this one was taken on his last night with us. He couldn't move, but his personality was 100% intact and he was as sweet as ever.
Like I said, this is a tough cat to lose. Still, it'll be okay.