At 10:02 AM EST this morning the best cat who ever lived ceased to do so. We believed that Boots had congestive heart failure, but it turns out he had cancer. He hasn't eaten in a week and he was really starting to show obvious signs of suffering.
Now he's not.
Boots was uncommonly affectionate. He was playful. He loved to eat. He loved to sleep. Unlike many of his kind, he sought out the company of people at all times. He was social.
He was not crazy about Madison at first, but she grew on him. Yesterday, she gently patted his head an he purred. I would have liked to see their relationship mature as she got older.
Boots will be fondly remembered by us. He is deeply missed already.