They must have smelled good to her because she ate almost every last one of them. The empty bottle was on the floor next to her.

Aunt Faye was still crying uncontrollably. “You know how long my Sophie and I have been together?” Not even waiting for my answer she said, “We’ve been together for twelve years. Yesterday, I even bought her a new cat food. They said this cat food was softer for older cats... her teeth have started to fall out like mine. Do you know how much Sophie meant to me?”

I sympathised with her. “Now what can I do?” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Aunt Faye, there isn’t much you can do. Put Sophie’s body in a paper bag, and place it in the garbage can in the basement. The sanitation department will take her away.” “What?” she screamed. “My Sophie in a garbage can? She was like my child. Since your uncle passed away, she’s been my closest friend for all these years. I can’t just put her in the garbage!”

“Okay,” I said. “I’m working very late tonight so I won’t be able to get over to your house. However, if you’ll feel better about it, take a taxi to your veterinarian and ask him to have Sophie taken to the animal cemetery. I’ll provide the money for the plot and the burial.” The tears continued. “Will I be able to visit her from time to time?” “Sure. I’ll take you to the pet cemetery any time.”“How can I take Sophie to the vet? Her carrying case fell apart a few years ago.” “Put her in your old suitcase. Sophie will fit perfectly.” — Beliefnet.com