Jack is no more.

After wondering what the ever-increasing stink was in the house this week (we'd exhausted the garbage, disposal, and cat boxes as the source), I discovered last night that my inside-outside cat, Jack, had died underneath my daughter's bed. Judging by the look of him, he'd been dead a good few days. :( We bagged him up and buried him in the backyard with a candle, to light his way, and with some grass, because he loved to have a "salad" each day when he'd go out into the yard.

Chris burned a whole bunch of candles in honor of Jack, and I'm not quite sure how to get the smell out of the house now. Open windows all night didn't seem to help.

I'm very sad right now, and working is hard. He was my favorite cat, ever.