My old cats, Tom and Little, always slept together in a guitar case. They both lived for seventeen years and my family is still convinced that they were in love. Little was perfectly healthy when Tom died, but a week after his death she stopped eating and would hide behind couches and in corners all day. Within a month, she passed away too. They are buried side by side in our garden.
This is the saddest fucking thing ever omg my heart
My two cats were actually both a few years older than me (from the same litter), so I knew them from the time I was born. They lived long, happy lives, but essentially the same thing happened to my Popeye and Lucky. As soon as Popeye started to be on his way out, it wasn’t long before Lucky was in poor health.. a matter of a month or so. Lucky would cry in the middle of the night, it was heartbreaking.