He'd been missing for two days, nothing unusual but both L and I had dark vibes, L asked me to post the Nap Alert last night, I did, he came home as always after, this morning I found him dead under his dogwood tree, his heart failed (we knew he was on the clock), we buried him in L's flower garden, his birdbath the tombstone
He was waiting on the front steps when we got home from Michigan on Sunday and screamed at us in happiness as we got out of the car then spent the next hour in my lap. He came home to die, a blessing for him and a kindness for us so we can be heartbroken but final, not worried and heartsick the rest of our lives
