13 years ago my family quite randomly went to spend Thanksgiving with some extended step relatives in the middle of nowhere on a farm in Elk Point, Alberta. A litter of kittens had just been born, and we begged our parents to take one home. I can’t remember how we chose Stormy over the others, but I feel so incredibly lucky that we did. For his entire life he was the sweetest, most loving and tolerant cat anyone could ask for. He loved everyone and would charm even the most adamant of “not cat people.” Though it may sound unlikely, he always seemed to know when I was upset, and it often felt like he was the only one there for me. For that reason especially I wish I could have been there for him at the end. However, I find solace knowing he had a long and happy life full of people that loved him. I did, and I always will. Goodbye, Stormy.