JoCat passed away today. She had been fighting irritable bowel disease and it appeared to be under control with proper diet, but, this morning, she started to cough and wheeze (beyond that, I will spare you the details). Before we could get her to a vet emergency room, she passed.
We took her to our regular vet, and the best guess of the vet tech was that she threw a blood clot unrelated to the irritable bowel syndrome. Apparently, cats may do that.
She was a good cat, affectionate as long as she got her way (after all, she was a cat), and she had a life full of love.
She had been a member of the family for 13 years, since my father passed away and she became an inheritance (my brother cares for her sister).
She was a good, if demanding and persnickety, friend, and she is missed.