Homer the Blind Wondercat.
I never met him and I doubt he knew I existed, but I admired the frak out of him, and I am very sad to hear that on Wednesday his people had to help him to the Bridge. It wasn't exactly unexpected because he'd been declining a bit lately, but still. Knowing the world is without one of the coolest cats ever bites a bit.
read his book yet--well, the book about him--you really need to. The things this guy lived through and the things he did (like 9-11, and chasing a freaking burglar out of the house. A FREAKING BURGLAR!) are just a testament to his awesomeness.
And deep down I think that just by being himself, and that his people were generous enough to share his story, he made life a little easier for a whole lot of black cats that might have been overlooked in shelters but people who read about him decided black cats were all right after all, and he for sure made more people sit up and take notice of the fact that just because a kitty is blind that doesn't mean he needs to be put down.
His life was testament to the wonder of blind kitties and the natural abilities they can have, and their deserved place in this world. His story surely saved a lot of furry little lives.
I don't like that he's no longer somewhere on this earth, being awesome. But I also celebrate that we got to know him at all, and that he leaves a legacy that will go on and on and on. And I really celebrate that he's at the Bridge, where he can see if he wants, or not if he wants.
Homer, my man, thanks for all you did in this world. I hope that when I get there, I can give you a hearty paw-bump and a totally manly hug, because I admire the snot out of you.