One day she just disappered. Cats have a way of knowing that they are dying, and they disappear, just to understand that the disapperance could have been for that reason as well. Ours was getting old for sure.
The day before Election Day, 2016, I took my Tasha, my 18-year-old calico cat, to the vet because she was sick. The next morning, Election Day, she was sleeping on the living room floor when I had to leave for work. When I got home, I couldn't find her, but I called the vet to ask about her diagnosis. He said that she was suffering from a severe kidney disease and that her life was in danger.
I looked all around the house for her and then found her body in a kitchen cabinet. I had never seen her there before, but she must have known she was passing away and sought out a secluded spot where she could leave the world.
Although I was despondent, my spirits were lifted by the news of Trump's victory later that evening.