Yeah, the end is part of every story. I've lost cats before. But Possum was really my cat more than any other cat I've had.
And no regrets. We had our routine, something good every day.
I've got a mountain of things to do this weekend (partly because this week got totally out of control...), and the thing I'm dreading most is packing away the cat things. We'll put the cat perches and the toys and the food bowl and the cat carrier, all that stuff, somewhere in the garage or the shed or wherever. Because, sooner or later, some other stray cat will no doubt show up who may or may not decide to stick around. But that cat won't be my Possum... and she was such a good cat.