My Bijou acted "fine" when I got him to the vet the day I decided he had suffered enough. He purred at me and looked out the window at the scene outside. I always wondered if I'd let him go too soon. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'll always love him. And I know your Moo got the very best of a full life because you loved her so much. She and you were lucky to have had one another.

May she come to your in your dreams, now.

My deepest sympathies.