Where are you?

I've been crying a little. My son's little old cat, Bogart died today. He was a true gentleman of the cat world. He'd never had a day's sickness, and when he stopped eating or drinking and slowly dehydrated, we took him to the vet for the first time ever.

He never came home.

Stuart is pretty cut up about it, and when your 30 year old suddenly becomes your baby again, it's the saddest thing in the world.

Bye, Bogart. I hope you're somewhere eating really fine salmon.