Saying Goodbye to Etain

My sweet kitty Etain had been sick for months. She went from cuddling on my lap, sleeping by my pillow, and near constant headbutts, to sleeping under a small table in the living room. All. The. Time. So much that now that she's not here I still forget and expect to see her laying there when I sit next to it. She was 15, I think. She was already full grown when I got her and was estimated to be about 1, but I've had vets guess wrong before. She was quiet (usually), sweet (when not sneaking your pastries), and she will be missed.