We were together for 11 years. I had Santiago since he was I think about 1 month old. He came from under a bridge. This tiny fluffy thing. He grew into the most beautiful, big strong, soft cat. He has been with me through everything, moved with me acrossed the country 3 times, form the city to the desert, from the city to the mountains, to Patagonia. I loved him so much, he was my family. And two days ago I came back to find him in his favorite spot, on his little bed, on top of mine, with the afternoon sun warming him up. He was gone. He looked asleep but he was gone. No warning, non that I could tell... maybe he might have been sleeping a little more...but only now I think of it, it was nothing evident. What happend? I am devastated.