Today is my not so happy birthday. I turned 34 and I am feeling sad. Because today our cat died. We had her with us for 11 years. This morning she was laying on her usual chair, in our bedroom, perfectly still, not breathing anymore. She didn't suffer and wasn't ill. Just old. We think between 16 or 18 years old. We don't know exact, because the animal shelter we had her from didn't know either. This is the last picture I took from her, Charlie kissing her with her cat-painted face. We are gonna miss her.