Jimmy died while we were away. Luckily we had an excellent cat sitter who dealt with the crisis. And, honestly, it was not unexpected. He’s been getting sicker this fall, and we knew it would happen soon.
Lucy, who is Jimmy’s mother and one year and one month older, is in fine shape, but both K and I noticed when we returned that she’s looking a little older than she used to. Maybe it’s just because she no longer looks younger than Jim, since Jim isn’t there to provide contrast. She clearly misses him.
Anyway. It is sad, but not unexpected. We’re going to bury him in the back yard and plant some of his beloved catmint on his grave.