It was only 8 days ago that I posted an entry about my cats, with a photograph of 3 of them lazying on my bed. Milonga was one of them. She was fine, she was happy, she played with the other 4 and she purred like crazy on my lap.
Milonga died on Wednesday 26 October, just a few days after my previous post. Her health deteriorated so rapidly that I hardly had time to realize it was the end. She started losing weight at an alarming pace, though she still ate normally. On Tuesday 25 October she barely had anything to eat. On Wednesday morning she was unable to stand up and walk, when she tried, she fell sideways to the floor. Almost immediately afterwards she started seizing. I drove her to the vet's and stayed with her till the end -and a long while afterwards.
I miss her more than I can say. Looking at her photograph (taken last July) I can't believe she's gone. With 4 more cats at home, the appartment seems empty to me. I so wish I could hold her again...