At her 20 some years on this planet, she was gentle and loving until the very end. Always feisty, but always adoring.
She was in my partner's life for nearly 20 years, and mine for only 8 and a half. Not enough. It never is enough time. She was a stray with 3 kittens, one of which was with us until 2018, having lost him to brain cancer. I still miss him.
Food was her life, that and sunshine, naps with Dad, and giving Mom hugs. Great hugs, complete with many drooling kisses on the cheek. How I miss those hugs, usually late at night, after a stressful shift at work. Those kept me going in the last year.
She talked so much. Scolded us for leaving her to go out and chattered cheerfully when dinnertime came. Talked, just to talk if the room got quiet and she got bored, needed a fuss, cuddle or just to make sure we didn't forget that she was there.