My cat is sleeping forever now.  He passed away last night.  I was home around 7 and he was fine.  I came home this morning and he was cold and hard.  I know it was going to happen he was freaking 19, at least.  No one remembers is exact age.  Hell this fall I saw him catch a chipmunk.  I didn't believe it, he was old, left front paw didn't work at all and fat.  I bet the chipmunk was laughing at him to hard to run. 

I wrapped Bauldy in a towel, I was going to use packing tape to tie it up, but thought that he deserved better than that, so I used the red ribbon we had got to tie Christmas bows around the dogs necks for cards.  Tonight I'll try and dig a hole for Bauldy, he is sleeping in the garage now.  Now who is going to greet me every time I come home.  Or sit on the bathroom floor while I shower, or annoy the hell out of me with his meowing?  Or stink the whole house up after using the litter box?  Rest in peace Bauldy.

Update:
Well I dug a hole last night in the back of the yard.  I thought the ground would be frozen but there was a lot of dead leaves over the top, so it was not.  I dug about 2 feet down, the tree roots made it hard and put him in.  As we were digging it was strange because my oldest dog Totem was just standing by watching.  He looked sad.  I don't know if he knew what was going on or just picking up on our moods.  I laid him to rest and had a moment of silence then covered him up.  I'll build a rock cairn over him eventually.  I'll miss him, even though he was annoying as hell sometimes.  I almost said bye to him this morning as I was leaving.  Bye Butthead.