We buried Nala today and its befitting that there was a thunderstorm going. We found her as a newborn kitten, abandoned during an intense storm. My family raised her and became her adopted family. The second she was buried under the old fig tree at our house the rain seemed to stop immediately and the sun came out, signaling she had passed on. My family always joked that as a kitten, death was too afraid to take her away.
She was a little devil that chewed the nipples off of all our baby bottles and fought to live even after being abandoned in the cold alone by her mother. Hopefully this time she didn't give the old grim reaper too hard of a time though.. (He probably got clawed a few times)