R.I.P. Gnosis

Gnosis, a cat I’ve had since the year that it snowed in the Rio Grande Valley, is dead. I found him under a resting spot in the front yard. It’s apparent that he fell asleep one last time before succumbing to his death. Gnosis is survived by his son, Bloo. He is preceded in death by his daughter Jean and the cat Snow Ball.

He was given to me by my friend, Philosopher.