Tipsy, my 18-year-old Maine Coon cat, passed away yesterday at about 12:30.  I acquired him as a six-month-old abused kitten, and we haven’t been separated since.  I’ve had him for literally half my life.  And now, I don’t.

Eighteen years is longer than I ever could have asked for, and not nearly long enough. Rest in peace, Tipsy.  I’ll miss you more than I will ever be able to articulate.