I've mentioned that my therapist has two cats, one of whom (Yin) is
always with me during therapy.  The other one, Baby, was older,
frailer, and more shy.  I never met her because she stayed upstairs,
at least when company was around.

My therapist brought Baby to the vet to help her to the Bridge a
couple of weeks ago.  It was a particularly difficult decision because
she had to leave the country for a charity trip right afterwards, but
it was time for Baby to go.  This left my therapist no time to grieve,
and Baby was her special cat.  Baby was vocal (I believe she was a
siamese), and she would streeetch out so that my therapist could rub
her belly.  She even reports that Baby would let her hold her little
paws when they went to sleep at night.

The vet office sent my therapist a card saying that she did the right
thing, but obviously that doesn't make the loss of a beloved companion
any easier.  Please light candles for Baby, and send purrs for this
amazing woman.