Thanks, guys.
She was a really good cat. Her loyalty rivaled that of any dog I ever knew.
Me too.
And don't bother bringing her the mousey toy. She'll be more than happy to make sure you have one every night.
When my wife and I (and Dammit and Sarin) moved into our last house, Sarin (big baby) was really scared the first few nights we spent there. We all slept on the floor in the bedroom because our movers hadn't gotten there yet. Sarin kept getting up to cry and wander the hallway looking for her old home. Every time she left the bedroom and started meowing, Dammit would get up to "herd" her back into the bedroom by head-butting her and quietly trilling at her to calm her down. Now Sarin is wandering the apartment looking for her buddy. Just f**king heartbreaking.