I died today. I was 18 years and 5 months old.

I wanted to die a few times in the past several months, but Mom and boyfrenn kept reviving me with hugs, kisses, and tuna juice (when i simply would not eat anything else).

Warm mash was my meal for the past month. I got a B12 shot, and 10 days of antibiotics (which gave me a new lease on life for two weeks).

Boyfrenn would let me sleep on his tummy every evening while he watched TV.

Then my kidney beans just gave out.

I had an appointment with the vet next day, but when Ma saw I could not even lift my head, she took mercy on me ... well, boyfrenn did at the end of Monday ... he took me to the emergency room where he held my paw as I got a relaxer then the Big One that stopped my heart.

My soul floated right up to boyfrenn's pocket and I went home with him.

My body went into a little white cardboard casket. They dug a hole, where the japanese maple used to be, ma dropped my nametag down first, then me. I'm glad she kept my rhinestone studded tiara out of the hole, I always disliked when she put it on my head.

Now I rest in the front yard where I always kept watch on things from my window seat. It's sunny and bright there, which I like a lot.

I hear boyfrenn's making a gravestone, and they'll have a wake for me on Sunday at my favorite time of day (brunchtime), featuring all my favorite foods. Tuna, Salmon, and Milk.

Ma knows I wont mind if she adds vodka and kahlua to the milk. Maybe even a little Jaegermeister.

I guess I was a pretty special cat, wasn't I? Purebred, pet quality, and loved.

Be well, my friends! I have enjoyed talking with each and every one of you. Thanks so much (catdancer) for the birthday party, and your kind words and fun entertaining stories.

Jump on the furniture while you still can!