We lost one of two brother cats a few years back. We got Ozzy (Prince of Darkness due to his black coat) and his brother Jazzy in 2007 when we bought our first house. He had a tumor grow near the top of his heart which stopped him eating but he seemed to be relatively happy; we had promised we'd have him put to rest when we thought he was suffering. That day came in November a few years back after our daughter's joint birthday party and we found him on the back of the sofa shivering with cold after being outside. It has been raining and all his fur was stuck together so he looked like a skeleton - he told us it was time.

That was heartbreaking but it got worse for a few weeks as his brother Jazzy would search the house for him howling. We stopped that by getting a kitten called Sparkle...again black. She pissed him off so much I think it took his mind off things :D They finally became friends and sleep and clean each other.

I hate the thought of losing Jazzy as he attached himself to me. Like me he doesn't like to go out too much and if a human would sit at home in his dark wood paneled study, in the green leather chair next to the fireplace smoking a pipe and listening to music. For now he seems content with waking me 4 times a night because he wants some attention.