I'm sorry to say that this post is going to have a million photos.
Today, my cat Moose died suddenly and unexpectedly. Moose was my muse and my model for dozens of paintings when I was a professional artist; I had folks emailing asking to be told when the next Moose piece was going to be available. When I took out my camera, he would come running and pose for me. He paid the rent so many times I lost count. He also peed on my bed when he was mad.
It's going to be hard writing FOREVER without him smashed uncomfortably into the chair behind me. I'm still working out how I'm going to manage it. But I'm not going to go on and on, just show some of what Moose left behind.
Moose, I'd say that I hope you know we loved you, wherever you are, but I know you knew it. I miss you and wish you were still here to pee on my bed.
Good bye, my young friend. Six years wasn't long enough.