Goodnight, Sir

It is my sad duty to report that we had to have Martin put down this weekend. He'd just gotten to the point where he couldn't get around anymore, and was obviously Not Well At All.

I've been trying to write up a proper eulogy for him. It's been difficult. It wasn't a surprise that his time had come, but it's still proving difficult to process.

Anyway, if you're so inclined, please raise a glass to a good cat gone. Play some jazz when you do so; he liked jazz. Sonny Rollins, Miles... no free jazz, though. He disapproved of that.

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[Joolie]

It doesn't matter when or how it happens, it's always hard. Condolences to you and SG.