My sweet cat Socrates died yesterday.
He was nearly 14 years old. This is a typical picture. He was a simple soul, whose sole ambition was to sleep or simply sit near to my wife or me. A typical evening would have him splitting his time with either of us, in just this pose or curled up in a ball. Sweetness and serenity were his nature, and I will miss him terribly.
Good-bye, old friend.