With great sadness I have to report that we lost Guildenstern today. Guildenstern was 16 years old. He had an episode of some type (a stroke or blood clot — we don't know for sure) over the weekend that left him unable to walk. We didn't think he would last through the weekend, but we treated him and nursed him along best we could, and he showed some improvement, so Laurie took him to the vet Monday morning. The vet said he was doing much better, but then he had another episode, suddenly passed out, and the vet was unable to revive him.  Guildenstern was a good friend to everyone and we will miss him greatly. Rosencrantz was with us when we buried Guildenstern in the afternoon, and then he sat by Guildenstern's grave until I went out and got him after dark.

He loved to roll in the dirt and bring loads of dirt into the house

A very young Guildenstern

black on black

Power lounging with Rosencrantz

Guildenstern liked pretty girls even in magazines
 

Catzilla

He was an expert napper

He liked to sit like a person

Pondering medieval

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

pondering freedom

He loved to sit with Laurie

He was always good about modeling

Checking himself out on the computer