Oh Cozie I am so desperately sorry for you. I will be thinking of you all tonight, as will Mr C, you are not alone.
Good night sweet prince, good night, good night. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Seniorboy was a true idol among everyone who ever loved a cat - ie everyone with brains - and he deserved it. Magisterial in his furriness and elegant in his way of life - he knew how to live, that prince among felines. He is an inspiration to us all.
Most of all though, he lived a life entirely made of love. Because of you. Your achievement did not die today, and it never can - you have given him a fantastic life which lasted until he was 22. Seniorboy is phenomenal and so are you.
Seniorboy went out into a sunbeam moments ago - in life, and for all we know. in death as well. If there is a heaven, he is up there right now. I never cry, but I'm howling - darling Seniorboy, have fun in heaven and don't bite the angels' toes.
Cozie please take a moment to think of how brilliant you were with him and how much he loved you. 22 years that beat the odds, years that your love and care for him triumphed over the daily run of illness, boredom and even mortality. But even for Seniorboy, immortality was a bridge too far, and I guess we should accept that as he has.
I know Seniorboy is dead, and tears are running down my face like a burst water main to testify to that, but that doesn't mean he isn't amazing.
Some bits of the self can never die, and Seniorboy will live in a bit of all of us forever. Dearest Cozie, I wish I could be with you now to support you through the dark night of grief. Please be kind to yourself and have several strong drinks for tonight at least. I hope you are not alone.