Her first name was Ballet Belle. But she never went by that. I called her Begitty. My niece and nephew renamed her Grouchy Kitty. (She would lay down the law of HER house and train those little humans right.)
She was 16 years old. She had gotten to the point she wouldn’t poo in the litterbox. She couldn’t hop up to her favorite spot on the back of the couch. She was rail thin (and had been chubby up until about a year ago.
She wouldn’t eat hardly. Christmas we were giving her canned food. Last few days my dad’s tried hand feeding her baloney (her favorite). She had gotten to the point that she wouldn’t even take that anymore.
I’m terribly sorry.
Frisky got thin in the end too.
I am so sorry for your loss honey. She was a beautiful cat.