I woke up just after 4 a.m., as old men often do. I saw that Moe was still sleeping in the same spot, in the same position as when I went to bed. I checked, and sure enough, he was cold.
Perhaps he had too many roundworms, or a congenital heart defect, or... well, who can say. He was a delight the two whole days I got to know him, and yesterday, he was super-energetic and playful. But now, he is gone.
I'll miss him.
There's never any shortage of cats who need good homes, love, attention and human companionship. Another will find me, as they always do.