Munch traveled Over the Rainbow Bridge

My little Munchie went over the Rainbow Bridge this past Saturday Night. She was 15 years old and still as sweet and loveable as the day I brought her home. Everyone loved her because she loved to be petted. She wasn't very fond of the dogs even thought they tried to get along with her. To say we spoiled her is the least. She had her own guest room and her own queen size bed. We knew that with her age she was going to need her own space to get away from Jag and the dogs. She lived a very happy life, however we are going to miss her dreadfully. She always jumped on my stitching chair around 10:00 pm so we could have a cuddle. The dogs were in bed by that time so she didn't have to mess with them.
This was a sudden passing because she was fine until Friday evening. She didn't come to dinner and I thought she was just tired. I noticed on Saturday morning that she was laying in the middle of the living room floor and her breathing was a little shallow. She never laid in the floor because that would mean she might have to socialize with the dogs. I picked her up and placed on her bed. I brought her some water and she drank it all up. I told Mark if she was still feeling poorly on Monday, he was taking her to the vet. This was around 3:00 pm. I kept an eye on her all evening. She was going downhill and I could see it. Around 10:30, I fed Jag, and went to see if she might want a bit to eat...I picked her up and called for Mark because he breathing was really labored. He came in and she quietly died in my arms. I have to say Mark stepped up to the plate. He helped me find a munchie size box to place her in because it wasn't something I could do. He took her to the vet on Monday to be cremated because our backyard is all rock so she can't be buried there. The vet sent us a lovely sympathy card today. They tell us we can pick her up in a week or so.
I haven't figured out how Jag is handling it. He seems to be a bit more cuddly now so I am not sure if he is missing her or not.