Lucky & George
Lucky was so much more than "just a cat" to me. He had this language all his own and we'd often have conversations. I'd talk to him and he'd respond. I'd scold him and he'd express his anger right back at me.
He also was the most nurturing male cat I've ever met. He kept Osborne and George groomed, whether they wanted to be bathed or not.
He was the nurse cat of the house. When either my husband or me were sick, he never left our sides. Once, when I had cut myself pretty badly on a glass doing dishes, I would up with stiches and a splint. Lucky laid by my side and very gently licked the bandages around my wound.
He was also our "protector." When my parents came to visit with their two Shih-tzu's, there was a period of time where we didn't hear the dogs. I went into the bedroom and found Lucky with the dogs cowered into a corner. They were even bigger than he was!
Finally, Lucky had the loudest, most comforting purr of any cat you'd ever met. I got missing him so much on a business trip once, that I actually downloaded an app on my phone that played a cats purr and stuck it under my pillow just so I could sleep.
And his eyes. Don't get me started on his eyes. Beyond expressive. He could say so much just with a look.
After 18 and a half years, Lucky finally started to shut down. He had been to the vet all of about 3 times in his long life for what never turned out to be more than just a nuisance, but now his behavior and eyes told me all I needed to know. He was in pain and he was ready to go.
Stoic as always, he never cried in the car on the way to the vet and never expressed any fear as he was being examined. We all knew what decision had to be made. When they placed him on my lap and I held him in my arms, we said good-bye and I held him tight until he left me.
I know we'll be reunited one day...and I can't wait for that to happen.