At 4:30 this morning I came out to the kitchen and cheerfully greeted Curtis as I do every morning. He did not come out to the sound of my voice. I then turned on his light, as this usually draws him out of his little tent if my chipper greeting does not do the trick. Alas, he did not come out. Lastly, I sprinkled some food in the tank. It was then that I knew something was wrong. Curtis does NOT miss breakfast.
I am sad to report that sometime between 9:00 last night and 4:30 this morning, Curtis passed away. I feel like I lost a good friend. He has been with me every day since May of last year. We go every where together. My road trips will certainly be very lonely from now on. And who will eat breakfast with me?