Good bye Sweet Noodle

A change I had been dreading is the passing of our 14-years-old cat, Noodle. I had bee trying to get him well for over 8 months, but he continually lost weight, to the point where he weighed less than 25% of his former weight. He died before I came home from the hospital. He was an intelligent cat, probably the smartest I have ever had. Daddy called him the "big foot cat", since he had seven toes on his front feet. Since I am still recuperating I know his loss hasn't really hit me completely, but I do know there is a noodle-sized hole in the cat population here.