Make no mistake, I was pretty well crushed by his passing and writing this is causing me a little sadness. But he had a good life, at least, most of it. Jake was a stray, maybe dumped, yet he seemed as though his previous family did love him. He was 20 when he passed and that's a very long lifespan for a cat. It was his time when he left and I am at peace with that. (And I won't deny that Chip has helped.)
His memory is a blessing for me, at least.
(And George passed five years ago, the day after tomorrow.)