He’s been gone since the last day of summer, I fed him the last time on 21st September. The next day he disappeared and never came back. He was seven years old. Of course I cried, not only once. Last year we took him to the vet but those girls couldn’t help him because he evolved into a wild cat for those couple of hours while we were at the clinic. The vet speculated that he had a cancer in his nose though he was far from a house cat, he was muscular and fit. Pikec didn’t like him but tolerated him anyway because I fed them both.
Only Pikec is left now. And each time I see him I fondle him also for all those cats which are gone. I miss you, Feliks.