More sad times

My cat Winnie died just before Christmas. Apparently, he had cancer but we didn't catch it until it was too late. He was my best friend since I was a teenager - over 15 years at this point - and was the nicest, friendliest cat. As soon as you would pet him, he would start purring ferociously. He was a big orange fluff ball. He loved being picked up and sat on laps, and could stay there for a long time. He never bit or scratched intentionally, and he was a joy in my life. Now he is gone. I miss him greatly. R.I.P. Winnie.