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
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Last Nap words here: I was upset I was not more upset at Napoleon's death but now I'm not upset I'm not more upset. I prepared for bad news with Napoleon since we trapped him as a feral kitten born and living in our shed and for $50 had him deballed, flea-rid and dewormed, vaccinated, and he loved us and us him and as a condition for his coming in the house when he wanted he got to leave the house when he wanted except for that three months ten years ago when he needed quarantined in L's yarn room for rabies after almost dying from an infected animal bite (vet thought coyote, the vicious coyotes of Montgomery County Maryland), when young he'd disappear for days, come back (when I'd post the Emergency Napoleon Alert System on blog) cut-up, starving, tired, up to six weeks ago he'd meet us on our late evening walks a mile from home, I prepared for him to disappear and not know how why where when and most horribly from day one... I'm sad he's dead after a long life, more grateful he came home to die, thank you to those who sent Kind words, here are my azaleas last night
