We just found out today that Sprite, one of my BF's cats at his parents' house, died over the weekend.
He was actually found by their other cat, Spencer, who kept sniffing one area of the deck, so his dad went to go investigate and found Sprite lying peacefully underneath.
Sprite was a feral cat when they got him and while he loved people and being inside, he never got the outdoors out of him, so he would often be outside for a whole night, that is why they didn't notice he was missing at first.
He was 15 years old, which is very very old for an outdoor cat and lived a happy life with people who loved him so much, so that makes me feel better, but I can't help feeling sad.
My BF said he doesn't really want to talk about it because it will make him more sad (Sprite was "his" cat since he was young), so I guess I just wanted to tell somebody. Thanks for listening.