Sophie was a chocolate-point Siamese who we'd had since she was three months old. She was 19 when she died, which is a terrific age for a cat. It's like over 90 in cat years. And she had lived a good life, a happy life, with as much love and fun and food and exercise and cuddles as any cat could want. But over the last two years or so, she'd been gradually deteriorating. Her list of ailments was practically comical. She was completely blind (detached retinas caused by high blood pressure), mostly deaf, heart murmur, liver trouble, arthritis, and it was her kidneys that finally gave out. We came home from work today to find her on the floor in the kitchen. It's sad, obviously, but far from unexpected. And she'd not had much in the way of a quality of life for some time, so it was a mercy really. And she'd had a good, long life. She'll be cremated, and we'll keep a certificate and photos around.