Ashoney was healthy until late this week, when it became apparent that she was having coordination problems and a lot of pain. The pain meds the vet prescribed didn’t help her, she wasn’t eating or drinking, had only partial use of her back legs, and had barely strength to deliver her signature cry. This morning Nae and I, weeping and blubbering, agreed we couldn’t subject her to any more misery, said goodbye, and gave the vet the nod. Her final rest is with a few old friends under our avocado tree.

We’ll miss her, a lot, she was a fine feline friend to us for almost 20 years.

P.S. Ashoney means smoke in Hebrew.