After a dam good 20 years the beloved and loyal cat had become unable to walk on her back legs any more. After a week of them getting much worse and knowing that when I took her to the vet, that she would most likely not be coming back I take a deep breath and put her in her box. Unlike most visits to the vet this time she sat in her box without any attempt to escape. And as we had guessed once at the vets it was time to say goodbye. The house feels so empty now without the furball being around tapping you with her little white feet for some fuss.