My runty siamese kitty who I've had since I was four years old. I can't remember not having her, and I can't imagine not expecting to see her asleep on my desk. She was a cuddly brat, begged for treats whenever I stepped foot in the kitchen, and shed on everything. But she was my kitten and I loved her. I didn't expect her to go so suddenly (we think a stroke) even though she was getting old. I just bought her a new bag of cat treats...
RIP Phoebe