I had a 16 year old cat. I am not an expert on breeds. It was my family's cat really.
Anyway. This morning my Dad was backing his car out of the driveway. It was so early that I was still in bed. But I heard a conversation about "how could I have not seen her" and it was sadly obvious what had happened; he had run over her by accident. Her leg and spine were crushed. We got her to the vets by 8 am when they opened. The vet did x rays. But it was horrific. She could hardly breathe due to massive crush injuries, So the vet told us that there was nothing that could really be done. At best even if he operated she would probably still be paralysed. So my folks went down and the vet was a nice guy. He had Sooty in a blanket. Sooty was being given oxygen. The Vet let my folks pat her as Sooty was put to sleep. [I couldn't go and see - I couldn't bring myself to go.]
She was a nice cat. She was a one person cat. She always woke my mum up. She didn't want to know me or Dad or anyone else. She had one lap and that was mum's lap, all day, every day. She was a night black, small, thin cat, a real witch's cat. She was a ferocious hunter and if she got a mouse or rat she would kill it quick and eat it whole - the whole lot. She could have survived on her own if she had to.
RIP Sooty [2000-2016.]
We have another cat [Daisy.]. Cats are not dumb of course; it won't take long for Daisy to work out that something is amiss.
So far we are too distressed to get another cat.