One of our cats died yesterday. Bubble was ten years old - an average age for a cat, but that made her older than Kitty and nearly as old as Hannah.
She was ailing, off her food and getting thinner. When we took her to the vet she got distressed and went into heart failure. There was only one thing to do.
The girls were all very upset to lose her. We buried her in the front garden, under paving slabs that should keep off the foxes.
Ali and I are upset too. But feel a twist of guilt as, without her, we can stop putting out cat litter, and worrying that the furniture will get peed on (she really hadn't been well for some time). Our remaining cat, Mackerel, despite having only three legs, is more robust, somehow.
Kitty has already decided that, since the other girls each had two animals for their tenth birthday, she will have two kittens. It's 18 months away though...