She’d had a stroke. Or at least, could not stand and her right side reflexes were suppressed. She was distressed and with her age and prognosis we had her euthanised. She was 18.
It was a bad do because we'd been away for 3 nights. My Dad was looking after her twice a day, as he has done many times before. When we got back, late on, she was in a bad way.
I feel so sorry for her, being on her own when she took sick. I work from home, I'm always there, but when she needed me, I was not.
Anyway she was my queen. She was small, a tabby, the runt nobody wanted, bitey and always in trouble. She had an eye and half a tail removed early doors in her life. She got lost when we moved house 10 years ago and it took 10 weeks until I got her back. I never thought I'd get her back but I did. She dealt with our dogs like flies. I thought she would go on until she was 21 (next door's cat did) and I thought she would go in her sleep (she always had a heart murmur). I never really thought she'd go. She's not at my feet in the bed now.