My little beloved Schweppes only weighed 5 pounds in the last years of her life, but she had a HUGE loving soul. She always looked deeply into my eyes and I would look into hers, and we knew we loved each other very very much. We were deeply connected and understood each other's feelings always. She loved to cuddle. Every night I made a little tent for her with my legs and blanket so that when I watched TV she sat under the blanket leaning, and purring on my legs. Then, when she was ready to sleep, she'd walk over to my pillow and curl up and wait for me. She always slept on my pillow right by my face. At 4 in the morning, she patted my neck with her paw to wake me, and we'd cuddle, and I'd go back to sleep. The night before she died, she woke me and suddenly, it was different. She snuggled into my arm and purred. She ALWAYS came to the door when I got home, even when she was ill. I had a roommate once who told me that she ran to the door already  when I was 3 or 4 blocks away. She sensed when I was getting home. It was the moment, my roommate told me, that Schweppes lived for. When I got home, when she was younger she'd dash madly about the house playing. When she was old and frail, we'd lie on the bed together. She'd lie on my chest and stare deeply and lovingly into my eyes. We did this for a a few hours each night. She was the most loving sensitive, alive and connected cat I have ever had. I love her so very very much.