Trubs lasted through the night. She purred when I took her to into my bed again, so I know that made her happy.
Unfortunately her condition continued to deteriorate. As well as losing the ability to walk, she lost the ability to stand during the night. This morning I could not get any water down her throat.
I rang the vets and took her in as soon as they opened.
She had numerous tongue ulcers which is why she had trouble eating and drinking and stopped grooming. However, the ulcers were merely a symptom that she had suffered major organ failure, probably renal. The vets could put her on a drip to increase her fluids and investigate which organ had failed, but they could not fix the tongue ulcers or reverse organ failure.
So basically we would be keeping her alive, in a veterinary clinic for no long-term improvement in health or happiness.
I was with her while they made the final injection, I was warned that in her condition it could take minutes, but she passed quickly, painlessly and knowing I was with her.
We have buried her little body in her favourite part of the garden and planted a gorgeous flowering shrub to mark her place. Her spirit is now free and in whatever place and manner of her choosing.
She was the first of our Four Cats of the Apocalypse and I believe she was the Last. Farewell my friend. We have been together for 17 years. You outlasted one marriage, one long-term relationship, a number of long distance relationships, one engagement, 4 states, 14 different houses, one cattery (and I am still sorry for that) and three other cats (Abby is still young which I know you hate).
I loved you for all of your life and I will miss you for all of the rest of mine.