Poor old girl. We had to let her go today. She had a difficult last year and her health was in a permanent decline - diabetes, kidney problems, IBS - so the question was "How much is she enjoying life?" The answer was "Not much at all." There were glimpses of her old snuggly self, but far more defensive hiding in safe places, trying to sleep off the discomfort and generally having a bad time with the litter box. I was worried that I might be calling "time" too early, but I think she really was ready.
Goodbye, baby cat. You were mine for twelve years. I'll miss you.