One of my cats died this morning. His name was Jonathan, he was an orange tabby, and he was nineteen years old. He died of natural causes--he was, after all, very old for a cat. Older than me, even. Mom cried and cried; I just feel this vague, listless hollowness. And, as mom said, no one can really understand what this feels like but a fellow cat lover... so if you don't like cats, you probably don't understand.

He was a very good cat.