This is my beloved Bustopher.
He put up with me for fourteen years before he was diagnosed with FIP in February 2008 and was "helped to the bridge," as you all so lovingly put it.
He always had that black line of old food built up on the edge of his nose. Sometimes he'd let me pick it off.
He was a good, quiet natured mancat, who had to deal with a few crazy people and crazy cats during his lifetime. A piece of me is still with him.