I've had a little more opportunity to read about the venerable KFC; I never
knew she was a golden-ager, bless her...

I'm sorry if I have said anything in other postings and acted in a way that
may be insensitive to those in your position. I'd been there with my beloved
Fritzie. He had to be on special food and was a cantankerous old so-and-so to
what was a sudden end, despite the fact that he was almost 19. We gave him
plain yogurt from the Indian restaurants for a treat (the Sikh fellows knew
he loved it and always saved us a carton at night to take home, courtesy of
the house.) It gave him a burst of naughty energy to steal it, and when we'd
come home from our temple services and he smelled curry he would act like a
young thing and walk around our ankles, demanding his goodies. He'd never had
anything as fancy as a collared dove. (pigeon?)

We're still kieeping the purrs running on our end for Kitty and you too.

Blessed be,
Baha