Molly was 18, and she was deaf and blind (and I think she'd had a couple of minor strokes in the days leading up to her death, too). Near the end she was really thin, weak (she was wobbling all over the place the few times she tried to walk anywhere), and not interested in eating or drinking. If we hadn't forced the issue, I really think she'd have just slipped away by herself.
We're burying her in the garden today, and our house will be so much quieter without her yowling for milk and food all the time. I didn't think I'd miss her this much, but now there are no animals in the house at all, and it really means the end of an era 
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Why so serious?