We adopted her and her littermate Ophelia back when we were together, in 1994ish. Since then Hillary has barey left his side.
I'll be honest and say we didn't get along. She saw me as "the other woman" and I saw her as the creature who kept beating up my precious little Ophelia. But between her ninja-like attacks, the weirdest predicaments she got herself into (including running around with a watering can stuck on her head), even I'll admit that she was a special little thing.
Her health hasn't been well for a few years--we suspect she was an early victim of the tainted pet food issue, as she lost the use of her kidneys. Much to everyone's surprise, she lived on 20 per cent kidney function for the past few years (yes, subcu fluids every night...which she hated). She was happy (happier now that I'm not in the picture) and purry. This week she essentially got thrush and she stopped eating. This combined with other things precipitated a quick decline. We lost her a couple of nights ago.
Will be back in a few days.
I suspect she is in kitty heaven, asserting her top-cat ness upon every being...and plotting something against me...like arial attacks from celestial book cases or digging little hidey holes from which to leap out and bite my toes...that's okay...I actually kinda liked it here on Earth.