I got word this afternoon from my ex-wife Jennifer that Che, our cat, died. He was about 10 years old. His spleen was enlarged and he went into shock, then there was nothing that could be done for him. Sad.
This is a sad sad thing. He was a good boy, a good cat, and he will be missed.
He really was a fun, happy, fun cat.
I’m not sure where my spiritual beliefs place “cat heaven” — but he was loved and will be remembered, so even now he lives on at least in our hearts.
More photos of him moved over to flickr.