Such a face. You were the daddy, and sometimes the mommy, for the rest of the cat pack. You took each one under your tutelage and was their mentor. Only 11 years old and so strong and healthy. But nothing could stop the blood clot. One minute healthy and within 2 hours gone. Main man big boy Irish man, my 18 lb orange tabby, you did not suffer long. But now I suffer so much it feels like years of pain. We all love and miss you, daddy, mommy, Divot, Putter, C.C., LeeLee, R.C. and Bonker. Putter keeps going from room to room looking for you. And the little man R.C. jumps on the bed looking for you to groom him. He goes to where you usually were sniffs around then jumps off the bed and runs out of the room. I know they hurt also.
You will forever be in our hearts and thoughts. Irish, I will gladly suffer THIS pain so you, main man, will not suffer your pain. Gone 9/7/2006.
OH Irish man!
| Russ & Lynne |