Missing our furry gray guy

Yesterday marked a month since we said farewell, quite unexpectedly, to our Humphrey. He didn't seem sick.
Ralph and I think it was the tainted cat food recalled last spring that slowly did him in. He had his prescription dry food from the vet, but he always wanted some wet stuff as well.

Humphrey was only about 9 years old. Since he was an indoor cat, we mistakenly believed he had many good years ahead of him grooming, purring, napping and watching the birds and squirrels. And of course getting "high" on the occasional catnip treat.

I see him all the time out of the corner of my eye. I was so used to him sitting by his bowl, or the pantry, to give me a hint it was time for something.
When I sat here at the computer he would stop by to say hi, never failing to give me the ol' fluffy tail swish against my legs.

I miss you, Humphrey. We all do.