White Kitty showed up at our door as a stray the night our oldest child graduated from HS. It took three days of the kids begging before Gary would agree to take her in, and as soon as she came in the house she jumped up on the table and said, "Well, it's about time!"
We knew she was soon to die, but we didn't really think she'd be carried off by a coyote. I thought she'd just die of old age. Sigh.
See more details and photos on my family blog, if you're interested (link is on the right). I'm not overly sentimental, but White Kitty was part of the family.