my cat, sid vicious, was born on my 12th birthday. We chilled on the regular over the next 12 years. He'd cruise around in the van with me during high school bomb rides, kick it in the shed listening to sabbath, and guide me through hairy trips. Sid was the most mellow cat i've ever come across, not once in 12 years did he scratch or bite a human being. Dude just hung out purring all day, hunting mice and baby geese, and not fucking with people like some cats do.
this past year he started getting kind of sick, weezy and what not. The day that i was scheduled to leave for navy boot camp, Sid passed away. It was a shitty day to say the least.