When we first got married, Pookie, (or Meeowie Nigel Billy Spanky Pookie Alexandra Reeves to give him his full name) was in charge of the household and used to try and stop me from going past him on the landing. I've never known a cat out stare a human before. He was my stepson's buddy all through his teenage years and was not fazed by having a smaller noisier member of the family suddenly added back in 2009. We became good friends and last night, I had a cat each side of me when I was working on the computer. Mine, Murph, unusually had gone up to him and sniffed him when they normally have a few metres as an exclusion zone. Today, she wouldn't come out from behind the sofa for ages after we got back. Possibly a reaction to seeing the cat box come out to take him there.
Our four year old was with us at the vets, so we decided to tell him what was going to happen. He gave Pookie a cuddle and kisses, and was full of tears of course. He has always known him as one of the family. If I'd known Pookie wasn't coming home today, he would have got extra fusses, chicken for tea etc, but maybe a touch of normality and a cuddle was what he really needed. When I went to get him to take him to the vets, he was in his favourite place, on the windowsill in the living room, in the warm sunshine.