Sleep on, sweetheart, and breathe as deep as you like. Nothing’s going to hurt anymore.
I’m sorry I can’t give you a better eulogy. I’m too beaten down this time. But then that’s always what you were good for. I met you when I was despondent over the loss of another cat. You looked right at me, little kitten, and said, “Hey, pick me!” You were always happy and mellow and purred until the very end.
I will miss you flopping down and rolling over on the yellow rug for me to rub your belly every time I walked past. I will miss you snuggling me in the middle of the night. I will miss everything. But I’m glad you don’t hurt. Thank you for ten wonderful years. Fly on, sweet baby. Fly on.