As most of you know, my cat Loki and I have been inextricably linked for the past 16 years. On Sunday he stopped eating, yesterday morning he stopped drinking, we had decided that when he died he would have us with him, and have as peaceful and natural a passing as we could give him. Nina and I took shifts to nurse him since Sunday, and the agreement was that the first sign that he was in any distress we would get him to the vet, but he slept, and slept, and changed positions a few times, and slept again. He passed over at 5.18pm this evening - with no fuss or drama, a natural dignified end for a King amongst cats. He will be buried in the garden next to his pond tomorrow morning, and a rosemary bush planted over him for remembrance. Blessed be Loki.