Day 3,400—this one is for you Inky—

I hadn’t seen the white and orange cat that lived over on the path in the retirement center in a while. He was always the friendliest cat. He would stop in the middle of the path, lay down on his back, and demand pets on his belly. I have taken a dozen pictures of him over the years, but I cannot find any right now. 

I haven’t seen her for months, so I was wondering and trying not to assume the worst, but today I noticed a little cat burial plot with a plastic cartoon face marking the spot. 

I guess it is nice to have some closure, so my mind will stop looking for him, but it isn’t nice for the same reasons. I’ll miss you, Inky. You were a cat that assumed the best of everyone. I always felt better after bending over and petting you during my runs.