We miss her; the cat-shaped hole is much larger than her size would suggest. I've caught myself preparing to call her to the door (she preferred having the door attended by staff, over managing the flap herself), and talking to her during my morning wash and dress routine. Its very quiet, both because her conversation is gone, and neither Robert nor I have her to chat to.
While putting her to sleep now was easier on her, it was a relief to us too. Both of us were feeling low watching her get lethargic and sluggish. It was becoming the House of Heavy Sighs, worrying about her food intake, and whether she was in pain.
Our lovely neighbours with whom we swapped catsitting duties asked us to wait on their two lads over the holidays, and we're glad of the feline company; they have a fine pair of Laurel-and-Hardy tuxedo types, one skinny and silly, one large and more conservative. One of Robert's gaming mates has invited us to visit over the holidays to see their pusscat, who I've cared for in the past.
I've tagged all the posts I can find about her 'madam', if you're interested in the progress of her life with us from August 2009 onward. Most of them are public.
These pictures show her at her best.