This is the only good picture I have of my beloved mostly-Siamese cat, Daisy. She looked like all Siamese save a few features: her paws were white, as was the very tip of her tail. She also had a white dot on her nose. I told her once that she should have sat still and allowed God to paint her properly. She mewed impudently in response. She died on July 17th, 2009. She was four.
Daisy's gone. My grandmother had her put down this morning. Last night, she dragged herself halfway down the hallway to my grandmother's room, and then couldn't go any further. Sam apparently stretched out beside her and stayed with her until the morning, keeping her company and making sure she was warm.
I knew this was coming, but I didn't expect it so soon.