Black and white cat laying on top of a binder on the carpet

Bob came into my life one cold evening in Wyoming. I was living with my parents at the time and had just come home from vacation. I go into my room and look under the bed for my cat, Keira, when I see these green eyes I didn't recognize. "Oh? Who are you?" "Mom? ... did we get a new cat?" "No. Why?" " Well, we've got one." This very timid beautiful black and white cat comes meekly out from my bed. The first thing I noticed was he had no tail. Beings as how it was -17° my first thought was "oh my god! His tail froze off!" I then asked him " "what am I suppose to call you? Bob?!" Turned out he was a Manx. He was a lover and everyone who met him instantly fell in love with him. About a year later we went to move and Bob started getting super clingy, very anxious, and kept trying to jump in all the boxes. Not in a playful way, but in sheer terror. That's when we realized that his former owners had moved and abandoned him. When I got a job in Oregon there was a fight over who was going to get Bob. He moved with me, and Keira, and I made sure his carrier was the first thing in my car. A few years later I met my husband, David. This was the first cat he ever bonded with. They would "bro out" together playing video games and reading. Bob loved laser dots, strings, and fresh towels from the dryer. He loved laying in bathtubs and pawing at the sides of them and every box was his castle. In January, he started losing a ton of weight and acting lethargic. By the time I took him to the vet he was in stage IV renal failure. We think he was about 15 or 16. He passed away in David's and my embrace on March 23rd, knowing nothing but love. He was one of my best friends for 13 years.