He nearly made it to 15 years and the end was mercifully swift and largely painless. It was very unexpected - I thought he was just constipated but it turned out to be an inoperable tumour. He died purring in my arms and is now buried up on the fell, curled up in an old jumper of mine.
A new cat isn't an option - BH isn't a fan but had no choice about Jacob, we came as a package - and only other cat lovers really get why a cat is unlike any other pet or livestock.
So I will miss Jacob, in big ways and in a hundred little ways every day, and I shall miss having a cat. I haven't been without a furry purry for 33 years. But then, until 4 years ago I'd never had ponies, ducks, a house cow and my own calves, working collies - so I am very blessed and I know it.
There sure is a big hole, though, where my faithful little friend used to be. Not sure anything else will really ever quite fill it.
Bless you, Jacob. You gave me nearly 15 years of unswerving loyalty, a heap of fun, and I think you know how much you meant to me. I hope there's plenty of mouses where you are now.