Denial
"What? Give Ser Pounce-a-lot up? Are you mad? No he isn't making me soft! Isn't that right Ser Pounce-a-lot?"
Meow.
Anger
"You can't make me give him up. Try it. Just bloody try it! Don't think I haven't got a fireball for the first sorry sod who tries to touch him."
Bargaining
"I'll leave him at the keep. I won't bring him along anymore. You have to admit that there are always more mice and he's a good mouser. Aren't you Ser Pounce-a-lot?"
Meow.
Depression
"Fine. I'll find him a new home. What do I bloody have that's important anyway? Can't run away from the bloody nightmares, can't have one little thing that makes all this rot worth it. Where's Oghren and his special sauce? I need a vat of it."
Acceptance
"Just… make sure he's happy, Delilah. I know you will, but… just let him know now and then that he'll never be forgotten."