Fiona, our little hairless Sphinx cat, would sit on my chest as I would lay down, and she would rub my chin with her nose.
That memory will stay forever in my memory. It was a tender moment . . . usually in the middle of the night when she was active.
That is where it will have to stay. She passed away last week in the middle of the night . . in pain, she succumbed to a dose of poison that I had to approve of.
I knew it was the only choice.
My condolences on the passing of your beloved cat, more than “just a cat.”
Thanks 🙂