I love how gentle and tender this little handshake seems at first, and then you see the (already!) retracted claws and you seem to get the idea that this cat does not like to be called 'gentle' and 'tender'
Cold fur, reminding me of the snow that fell yesterday. Small paws, sweet fur, but eyes frozen in shock. Little stains on the carpet where she tried to get rid of the poison that had filled her. So old, so young, so frozen in time. Oh why, oh why, why didn't she wait until I could say goodbye.