Wednesday, September 12, 2007
We finally reached a battle we couldn't win. Severe Renal Failure shouldn't be a surprise I guess, if you are the equivalent of 92 years old. You've been a good friend, Hooter Bear (and I am sorry I let my husband give you that silly name, but it seemed to work). I am sure there are ferocious chipmunks and mice to battle, and large sunbeams to stretch out in where you are going. I wish I had been able to give you catnip and cantelope every day, but I tried. All that seems to be left of you is your purr, and I am so reluctant to let that go. I will miss you every day, little kitty.
Be at peace.
Take care Guinifer and family.
I think of you all. The house can be so empty....
my farewell to Smokey the cat
May her memory bring you comfort.
My prayers are with you!!!
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