RIP Puss II

My cat - this being my Mom's cat, the cat I grew up with - is missing, presumed dead.

He lost bladder control a few weeks ago.
That same day, he went outside and lay down under the flowers.
He didn't want to go in when my Mom did, so she left him outside to enjoy the weather.
When she got back from where-ever it was she'd gone, he had left.
Litterally. He wasn't in the back yard anymore.

My Mom and my brother searched for him, and didn't find him.
He hasn't come back.
My Mom suspects that he went somewhere quiet to die in peace.
Which, really, is quite fitting for his personality.

My cat is dead, long live my cat.
Off to light a candle for him on the ancestor altar. :-)