I was heartbroken to discover Tuesday morning that Sonny, my favorite cat, had died during the night. I have no idea what killed him, but I found him spread out in one of his favorite sleeping spots, so I assume he died in his sleep.
I’ve only had Sonny for a couple of years, but he had become my favorite of my current group of cats. He was the most friendly and loving of all the ones I have now — and one of the most loving and trusting I’ve ever known. He was constantly at my elbow and in my lap — always wanting my attention.
I never like to lose any of them, but to lose this one really, really hurts. Even though I only had him for about two years, it feels as though he’s been here forever, just because he had quickly played such a central role in my everyday life.

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