Oscar, my 13-year-old cat, always sleeps by my stomach. When I went to bed last night he was still outside and when I woke up this morning he wasn't on the bed, so I went looking for him. I found him under one of the bushes in the back yard. He had been moving quite slowly the last day or two, but I thought it was due to the sudden increase in temperature we've had the last couple of days. Prior to that he was full of energy - he caught a mouse last week and brought it inside to play with. He had been deteriorating mentally over the last few months though. He'd try to get my attention, then when I got up after him he'd just wander aimlessly around. Or he'd stand by his food bowl meowing for food, but when you put it down for him he'd wander off. I will miss his warm little body sitting on my lap, and snuggling up to me at night. Even Rob, who never wanted a cat in the first place, had grown quite attached to him. I'm sure TJ will miss his furry little brother too.