Not hat I remember from death, but I know I cried when Maggie died. I know I did.
Once, we had a ct named Jesabel. I loved her a lot. She was pretty and playful, friendly if in a flirtatious way. Her one problem is that she'd occasionally attack me, to assert her dominance or something. It was something we couldnt' stop, so we had to take her back to the adoption center. I distinctly remember crying all night.
There are images that will always sticks with me: The look on her face after she pounced on me, the realizations that she shouldn't have done that, that she would be punished, and pure sorrow and apology. That was really what made me cry when he pounced--that look on her face. It was... I feel teary just thinking about it. Then her mewling as we took her back--as if wondering what we were doing, where we were taking her, and why. Why we couldn't' love her anymore...
But one of these distinct memories is happy. At night, she would push against my door and meow until I opened it, unless it was already open. Then she'd come up my ladder and sleep with me, just curl up next to me and watch me, protect me from the shadows. Often she'd ask em to stroke her. I always would. She was the greatest comfort to me on those long nights, most of which I was awake for.
I do believe that when i woke up the first night I didn't have her, my pillow was very wet.