Drip

I woke in the early hours of the morning by a dripping sound. I lifted my head, still groggy from only a few hours of sleep. I hardly noticed that Bella was gone as I got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Bella?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
I flicked on the lights.
"Bella!"
And there she was.
Hanging.
Still fluffy, still gray, and when I closed my eyes, still purring.
But not now.
Now she was dead.