I once made friends with a customer’s cat. Every time after we got friendly, the cat would come out when it heard the sound of my truck and follow me around. This went on for about 10 years. Two years ago, the cat had become very old, skinny, and frail. I thought I would never see the cat again. Then one spring day, while at their house, I heard a strange squawking sound. I turned around, and there was the cat, sprawled out in the warm sunshine, probably breathing it’s last. But it still managed to say “hello.” And it was the last time I saw the cat.