Every dinner break, I go for a walk around the block, just to get out of the studio. Usually I see Snowy, a wise old white tom, outside his house - I'd have a quick chat with him, quick stroke and chin tickle, then carry on.
Over the last few days I hadn't seen him, but presumed he was inside in front of the fire. Today, I walked past and noticed a sign on the gate to his house - he passed away over the weekend. Although I couldn't make out most of the message though, as it was smudged in the rain, I read that he went to the bridge peacefully and painlessly.
RIP old fella, would have liked to say goodbye first. I reckon you'll be putting the world to rights wherever you are.