My sweet boy Brutus died this morning. He was such a loving, affectionate cat. I adopted him and his sister at the age of 8 in 2011. Their former owner was moving and couldn’t take the cats with her. I agreed to foster Brutus and Chloe, but we formed a bond in those first few months and I knew before long that we wouldn’t be parting. When I first brought him home, Brutus hid in a corner for a good week or two. Then all of a sudden, one evening he came downstairs, hopped on my lap, and started purring like crazy. He was a snuggle bug from that moment on. Brutus was with me for seven and a half years. We lived in five houses together, in three states. He was great company during some difficult times in my life. Rest In Peace, Brutus. We’ll miss you.