He was my real best friend. every time I sat down, laid down, he was on my
chest, purring...I couldnt sit in the bathroom without him coming in, and
sitting on my back. what a nut.  unfortunately, he loved to go outside. as
spoiled as he is, I would let him. a little. a protective parent, we built a
fence, so he could be safe. he has claws of course, and he digs. he was out
and on the loose again. we live in a court, so him being out for a few hours
was not a big concern.....

he was found tonight, directly in front of my house, very dead. very hit. Im
absolutely beside myself. I love my lou lou bell. Ill never find another one
like him. I am scared to try to go to bed tonight, because I know he will
not be there on top of me.

How much guilt do I feel? some. I know the arguments against outside cats.

but, in my defense, I will say, that lou died doing what he loved most,
hunting, slinking, hiding, whatever else cats do, and I gave him one hell of
a loving home for 5 years, and he sadly died by this very same sword he
lived by.  the wandering soul of the cat.

this is his eulogy. lou. Ill miss you every day. and especially every night.
you were the best. there will be other cats in my future, but nobody will
ever be my little black louie. I hope there are plenty of squirrels to chase
where you are at. you desreve so much love, you gave so much to me in your
short life. Thank you lou. you taught me the miracle of nature. when I
looked into your eyes, I was always amazed - and had some faith that there
was something pretty incredible that made this world go around.

I love you lou-lou

dave