The first 9 years were bliss until I moved in here with Sambo's mother in 2010. They didn't see eye to eye on most things, but they both loved me. Mother Sweet Pea passed in 2019, so Sambo had good year and a half to enjoy solitude once again.
Her last few weeks were a downward spiral of not eating enough, losing weight, cognitive changes, and finally a decision to let go.
Sambo, who everyday kept my kitchen chair warm until I chased her off so I could eat breakfast, is now under the Ginko tree with Sweet Pea. (separate sides, of course)