rest easy, my sweet vega butt
i remember you being born under the china cabinet on that mid-june day 1998. you were such a little runt and in enough pain that we weren't sure how well you were going to grow. but over the years you grew into such a brute, wide like a linebacker in the shoulders and slender as a dancer in the back. your shallow hip sockets left you looking like you were an old fire truck with one person driving the front and one person driving the back, but you always got around just fine.
you were a quiet thing with the sweetest little voice and nothing was quite as funny as watching you run around the house with grasshoppers in your mouth. seeing their little legs sticking out never failed to crack me up. you loved laying in the sun and your little splash of lactose-free milk at night.
now, just as i was there when you entered the world, i am going back to the house where you lived your whole life to help return you to the earth.
may there be grasshoppers to catch, saucers of milk to drink and sunbeams to nap in on the other side of the bridge. rest easy, my sweet one. i will love you and miss you for always.
i have been trying to prepare myself to say goodbye to her, her sister and their mom for some time now as they are rather advanced in age, but that has not made it any easier. harder still is that friday marks one year since we said goodbye to our sweet fat cat.
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It never gets any easier, I know, but she was so very fortunate to have had you... 
How fortunate she was to be surrounded by love, in birth, in life, and in passing. No matter how much you prepare, how rational you try to be, when they leave us, our lives immediately dim.
She has your sweet fat cat and my Tony waiting for her, as well as many others.
gorgeous boy and it sounds as though his life was heaven-on-earth. Bless you for taking such good care of him.
