I will post more about that exceptional cat when I have pieced my heart together. For now, I’ll again let Tolkien do the talking, it’s so much easier. Marie and I just left our kitty at the Haven, bound for the Undying Lands with the Elves, and we are walking back to the Shire, wherever that might be, our minds heavy and our hearts drowned in infinite sadness.

RIP (Rest In Pellets) Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana – You rocked

And then it seemed to him that as in his dream […] the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise (and the bank).

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West. There still he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, and they were silent.

At last the three companions turned away, and never again looking back they rode slowly homewards; and they spoke no word to one another until they came back to the Shire, but each had great comfort in his friends on the long grey road.

J.R.R. Tolkien – The Return of the King