Yesterday my Ma and Pa's cat (I chose her when I was a wee one) died at the ripe old age of 21. She went peacefully in her sleep next to my Mother and even though they know she had a helluva good innings it doesn't make it any easier for them.
They buried her in the garden this morning between our two old dogs, Ranger II (a little, timid mongrel from the animal rescue shelter) and Ranger III (the daftest great lolloping Scooby Doo-alike with the biggest heart).
My Dad is just in pieces and it's hard to know what words of comfort to offer without making it seem like you are almost belittling their grief.
I hope you feel better in time Count, my heart really does go out to you...and it would be lovely if you could share some memories of her if and when you feel up to it.