Farewell to Bonnie lass

Bonnie passed away some weeks ago. It all happened so quickly. She was pestering me as usual (one of her nicknames was Pesto) with her constant nagging. Then, without warning, she jumped on my thighs and tried to maintain balance by drilling her claws into my flesh. I pushed her slightly away, as often before, but this time she barely made it on top of the table before she collapsed, emitting a heart rending cry. I tried to talk her out of whatever she was going through, but to no avail. Soon, and we are talking seconds here, she turned on her side and gave her last sigh. And that was it. It was most uncanny to see her in such a state. We used to call her Alien Girl in the good old days, and now she was transmogrifying before my very eyes into some kind of an alien girl. Just like that. After a while, I tried to lift her up, but her limbs were all jellified so I decided to use a towel for support. I carried her to the entrance hall, where she spent the next day. I had a rather vain hope that she would opt to resurrect herself while I was away at work, but no such thing happened. It was pitch dark outside, when I carried her to the garden to be buried. She was now completely stiff, but still looked presentable, thanks to her thick fur. I had a torch with me, otherwise it would have been impossible to dig her grave. She went down with the towel. Since then, I had occasions to reminisce her and feel the void left behind, where once she used to roam. No more will she stretch her forehead in front of Norsky to receive a friendly lick, no more will she trample all over the phone and disconnect conversations with her paws. No more will she be the first rushing to the food bowl and the last leaving it. Nevermore will she potter about, huffing and puffing and muttering to herself in her desperate housecat dialect. Relieved too,for good, of her supervisorial obligations towards her closest kin, she is now in a hopefully much better place. R.I.P.