We lost our beautiful boy last week. He was our constant companion for the past 14 years. The house is awfully quiet without him. My friend M dubbed Scout a Kliban cat and he was. Fat and sassy and on top of the world. He loved catnip, watching tv and drinking ice water from a saucer. Most of all, he loved us--all the time and unconditionally.
There is no consolation for me right now, but it comforts me to imagine him whole and healthy, pain-free and at peace. I miss you, old friend.
