Rufio was a humble hero in our household. He was a cat who knew his worth, embodying composure and dignity at every turn, whether he was running fast to escape our naughty dog or sneaking up (again escaping the dog) for cuddles and popcorn. Every morning he greeted Sarah, his favorite kid, by coming into her room and purring, rubbing against her legs, and head butting into furniture. We tell ourselves he is everywhere now: sunlight shining on water, wind rustling the leaves, ashes, dust, and memories.