Q, my first cat, passed away last week aged 15. I had him when he was small
enough to fit in the palm of my hand and he was my first pet.

As a youngster he got out one day and was run over resulting in a smashed
pelvis and 6 weeks of hand feeding in my spare room during which point he
bonded with me. He would follow me to the local shop, wait outside and
follow me home just like a dog. When I used to run the bars on a caravan
park and live on the site he would walk with me to the club and hang around
the foyer being stroked by the customers and doormen despite the loud disco
music and loads of people until the end of the night and walk home with me.

When I my second cat Worf a year later he was always jealous to the point of
having a hissy fit even if I stroked Worf in front of him. As he got older
though he mellowed, particularly in the last year when he had a pair of
kittens to deal with.

Last week I got up to find him curled up on his pillow at the bottom of the
wardrobe where he likes to sleep and he had passed away in his dreams.

Goodbye Q-cat, I will miss your warmth across the back of my neck when I
watch TV. See you at the Bridge old friend.

A couple of pics.
http://www.snowdoncomputers.co.uk/Q1.jpg
http://www.snowdoncomputers.co.uk/Q2.jpg