Sasha was our beautiful, perfectly black cat. Her fur was super soft. My wife adopted her from the SPCA while she was living in Northern California in 1999. The two of them moved to Georgia to live with me in February of 2000. When I first saw Sasha, she was just a scared HUGE (over 20lbs) cat. The people at the area where you claim pets at the airport thought she was a small black bear! [

]I didn#%92t really want any pets at that point, or so I thought. Sasha stole my heart and had me totally change my mind about having and wanting a pet.
Sasha had been abused prior to my wife adopting her. She was a very timid cat. She would hide from us most of the time in the beginning. Given time though she came out of her shell. She was never what you would call a lap cat. She wanted attention, but on her terms. When she wanted petting she would let you know. In the beginning she would walk over and put her head under your hand. If you didn#%92t start petting her, she would urge you on by rubbing her head underneath your hand. Later on she became much more vocal, and would verbally demand to be petted [

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Sasha and our other cat, Gidget, lived together since 2000. Shortly before Thanksgiving this year, Gidget became very sick and we had to have her PTS. We were all heart broken. Even our dogs sensed the change in our household. Our youngest dog, Sydney, still searches for Gidget from time to time. Sasha wasn#%92t the same ever since Gidget passed away.
As far as we could tell, Sasha was still eating normally (we free feed), and otherwise seemed healthy. Sasha spent most of the time the past year or so in our office, which is also set up with all the cat#%92s necessities (food, litter box, toys, cat condo, etc.). After we lost Gidget, we tried to make special efforts to go in and pet Sasha several times per day and check to make sure she staying healthy. I don#%92t know exactly what happened, but yesterday when we got home from work Sasha was dead. It looked like she keeled over in mid stride. Literally, her body was posed in an apparent walking posture. This wasn#%92t a position she would normally lounge around in.
My wife and I were both devastated. We lost both our cats, who had been with us for the better part of a decade, moved with us several times, and been part of our lives pretty much since we have been together, both died within a few weeks of one another. They both will be greatly missed.