[160506, 0107 UTC, Palau,07°20.4'N / 134°27.1'E]
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Jake - a.k.a the fat cat, our crew and companion - died in Leslie's lap at 7:45 pm last night, May 5, 2016, in Palau.
As many of you know, Jake took ill a year and a half ago while we were in Indonesia. Although he did eventually bounce back, he was never the same cat and never gained back the weight he lost during that illness, despite a hearty appetite and all our indulgences. A month ago he started to fail and it was a precipitous downward slope. He was once a 15 pound cat but weighed only five pounds when he died.
We feel lucky to have had him for the last fifteen years and also fortunate that he died while we were there holding him. He was a happy cat and tolerated long passages well, good sea legs; a true sailing cat. He loved anchorages and perched almost every evening atop the bimini where his keen nose sampled the fragrances and his eyes kept a careful watch on the comings and goings. He always greeted us when we returned to Carina, purring and rubbing his face on Carina's side netting.
We are devastated and miss him terribly. We find ourselves glancing at his favorite snoozing spots and it breaks our hearts to realize he's actually gone. We hope his goofy yet fiery spirit lives on somewhere in protected waters.
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar."
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Your friends of the yacht Carina,
Philip, Leslie and the spirit of the fat cat, Jake
At 5/6/2016 and 0045 UTC (GMT) our position was: 07-20.4 N/ 134-27.07 E