Heikki got lost a month ago. He was an outside cat, so we just hoped he wandered some further and didn't know how to come back. So we were wating. Today mom found what had left from him. He seemed to be choked to death by a fox or a marten on a meadow behind our village. He was always such a fighter, he couldn't have given up.
It wasn't that surprising to me. I had my mourning, and all these dreams with Heikki coming back without being recognized have prepared me for this. So that's just a tribute for this bandit who was a part of our lives for 3 years.
Farewell, you little fighter.