We lost our cat yesterday. Shadow was nearly twenty years old, and was clearly not well. Finally, she stopped eating. I made an appointment. She wasn't happy about going in her carrier, and though she was tired and lethargic, still had an opinion about it. I was sad too. Today I was editing my current manuscript and realized one of my characters was grappling with something similar. The crowd quieted, and a man advanced to the front, using a cane. He didn’t seem to be injured