I lost my oldest companion last night. Sarsaparilla simple laid down by the fireplace and peacefully crossed over. No long illness, no tragic accident, no indication of rapid decline. Last month the vet said she looked good for 15. And just this weekend she broke up a squabble between the boy cats, obliged the young girl kitty with a quick teasing wrestle, and fussed at me for arguing with my fiancé. But after 13 years of unconditional love without an ounce of the typical cat aloofness, I could not have picked a kinder end for what I will always remember as the most amazing cat ever. I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss her.