RIP Sputnik

I hate to have to tell you this, but our beloved Sputnik was euthanized this morning after a blessedly brief illness. (Basically, he had feline lymphoma)

Sputnik was a kind old soul (despite his reputation for being the World's Most Evil Kitty) and I will miss him dearly. But it was his time, and he died peacefully, knowing that he was loved. What more can you ask for?

The funny thing is that right as the vet left the room with Sputnik after he had been put down, my phone rang: It was the Professor and Midge (who had no idea what was going on), and their ringtone is "When The Saints Come Marching In". I didn't pick it up, and it didn't occur to me at the time, but it's almost like Sputnik had his own little New Orleans funeral.

Sputnik, wherever you are, thank you for being my friend for the last thirteen years. You were a class act.