Sima, our sweet and wise red cat, had always respected the rule: no entering the bedroom. But one night, her behavior changed.
She sat outside our door, meowing softly but insistently, night after night. We didn’t understand — she had food, love, everything she needed.
Eventually, I gave in. I opened the door.
Sima walked in quietly and curled up at the foot of our bed. She slept peacefully for the first time in days.
In the morning… she was gone.
She had spent her final night with us, the ones she loved most.
Later, we found her stash of uneaten treats hidden behind the sofa — as if she knew her time was near and wanted to leave something behind.
Sima didn’t just live with us. She loved us until her very last breath — and said goodbye in the only way she could.
