I am very sorry to have to tell you that Estorbo is no more.
He was put to sleep on Sunday afternoon, at VERG, in Brooklyn. Vince held him, and Dr Slade administered the injection. Both of them cried.
I have little else to say right now. In Cape Town, where I write, it is an obscenely beautiful day. In Harlem, where Vince has not slept for two nights, it will be very dark when he comes home to an empty house.
For now, I can only thank Estorbo's Amigos for their generous support - from their pockets, and from their hearts. You have made this very painful experience easier.
When I can I will post some happier pictures of the kitty whose presence in our lives belied his size, and his eep.
But for now, please send your thoughts to my husband, who has had to manage these last painful days on his own.
Here ends the story of the libe of a cad. He gave it all he got.