Beate found Leo just outside the gate, at noon. Still warm. It looked like someone clipped him with the car just by the gate-- and didn't even stop. At 11 he was pestering me to come inside (and empty the girl's food bowl, maybe snuggle up in the armchair, or bat the valerian pillow around) and I was saying no. I wish I'd let him in. I know, I know... not my fault. Not even my cat, but... I just can't help thinking if only I'd let him in. He was one of our two oldies here (which is why we got the kittens) somewhere in his mid to late teens. I'll miss his "Mrow Mrow", I'll miss him trying to sneak past my feet into the kitchen. As much as I used to curse him for doing it, I'd give a lot to see him at my door tonight. I gave our other oldie extra cuddles, but I'll miss the big hairy monster. Farewell, Leo. Maybe I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge. I hope you have lots of Valerian pillows where you are.