She had been very fond of the cat at one time, but its recent conduct had alienated her affection.

We children buried it in the garden under the mulberry tree, but the old lady insisted that there should be no tombstone, not even a mound raised.

So it lies there, unhonoured, in a drunkard's grave.
I also told him of another cat our family had once possessed.

She was the most motherly thing I have ever known.

She was never happy without a family.