Pet was never mourned as you,
Purrer of the spotless hue,
Plumy tail, and wistful gaze
While you humoured our queer ways,
Or outshrilled your morning call
Up the stairs and through the hall--
Foot suspended in its fall--
While, expectant, you would stand
Arched, to meet the stroking hand;
Till your way you chose to wend
Yonder, to your tragic end.

Our baby has joined his siblings Spenser and Kirby Puckett at RB.  They
were very gentle with him, and wrapped him in his furry golden woobie
before they took him away.  His ashes we will pick up in a week or so.

Godspeed, my little guardian angel.

And bless all of you great folks for helping me make a difficult
decision and knowing it was the right thing to do - and for the
wonderful support you provide on so many levels.  I'll be back here at
some point, but right now I've got to calm my heart down, as it feels
as though it's going to jump from my chest at any minute.

Love to you all,

Mare (the catless... for a while) and Ray