I always kind of thought in the back of my mind that I wanted to die in my sleep or something. Not really see it coming. But just today, as I was thinking about Flower, and the way that she faced it made me reassess. I guess we all have to face death one way or another; all of us, human or cat or otherwise, will face death. And it seems to me that if Flower had to face it, then why should I be so fortunate as to die in my sleep and never see it coming. She knew that day that it was her day to die. I know this. She taught me that the only thing any of us can do is to just stare back at death as it approaches. In that last moment I just hope for the strength to keep my gaze steady. And I hope that I'm awake.