Gomey lived to the ripe old age of fourteen.  He passed peacefully with his friends Jane, Tom, Iggy, Bean, Scooter, Gizmo and his special cat friend Strider.  Strider must have noticed Gomey's gentleness, as they walked in our living room together like lovers at Central Park. Strider could often be seen laying next to Gomey in his waning days.  It sucks to be me without Gomey.