Candy was 18 years old. She had not been eating lately. We took her to the animal hospital on Wednesday. My husband and I went to see her yesterday, she knew we were there, but she did not get up. I kissed her on the forehead before we left. We were supposed to visit with her this morning, but we got the call that she passed away. She was the best cat you could ask for. She actually was a cat that would listen to you. I taught her to give me her paw for a treat. At Christmas time, she would steal all the little red plastic apples off the bottom of the tree. My husband and I would tease her, if I were laying on the couch, he would put his hand on my leg, and I would yell "Candy, help me" She would come running and PUSH his hand away. I am going to miss her when I get up in the mornings. She would sleep with me all night, and around 6 am, she would cry in my face, because it was time to eat. I know it takes time, but I can not stop crying. I am looking at videos I just took of her the other day. I will have those videos and all the great memories of my baby. She is getting buried today in our backyard next to her brother Kirby who died 6 years ago. Now they are together again.