We lost our 15 year old shelter cat Onica yesterday. She fought a battle with her liver that she ended up losing. She was a scraggly scardy cat that wormed her way into our hearts with her 14 years with us. Our 12 year old daughter grew up with her and her first word was "ditty" which we eventually figured out was kitty. Even though our home is overflowing with our Scottish fold cats, kittens and a pug it feels empty without her sculking around the edges of our home and trying to sneak on our laps purely for the warmth and not for any companionship purposes. Rest in peace over the rainbow bridge Oni.