A sad story. They gave me a portrait of my cat

I have a friend with a mustache-tailed named Mandarin. We've seen everything with him. Even stronger than the bonds of marriage was our friendship. As it should be, he came to me regardless of my wishes and plans. His first people (my friends) crashed on a car, he was also in the car.

Winter, a tired sad traffic cop opens the trunk of a company car.
- What are we going to do, Commander?

The wet, trembling Kosh looked with horror at him, then at me.

- Come here, he'll come with me.
He survived and did not suffer physically, which cannot be said about the psyche of the cub.
Then for 2 long years he came to his senses, panicked from sharp sounds and huddled in a corner.
It's been 10 years.

And so my beloved woman gave me an incredible gift. Portrait of my friend. I know that the cat's age is not long, sad thoughts visit about it. I am grateful to fate for such a friend.