Last night I had to say goodbye to Yoseph, the 16 year old cross-eyed cat that lived with me. He certainly used up all of his nine lives (with at least two to heart failure). The house feels a little empty today without him around, but I know he’s not going to be in pain, and that makes it feel a little better. Here’s a picture my friend Cortney took of him a while back.
See you on the other side buddy.