Thanks to Everypurr!

Mistress and I want to thank everypurr who thought of us during this very hard time.

We really felt the outpouring of love through many cards, poems that made Mistress cry, rosies, stars and gifts. There were so many of them that there are too many to name!

Also we want to express our thanks to our closest friends on Catster. The A Team, along with many other angel kitties like Hazel Lucy, T.C., Charlie, Arthur and many others including Squeakers made me feel furry comfortable at the Bridge.

Thanks also to the S Team, Chey, Marina and Tosca, Gimli and Kenji, Bea, Samoa and many others for the rosettes, gifts, stars and many purrs, and thanks to their humans for lots of thoughts and purrs.

Mistress is also grateful for her Mom, Older Mistress, and her aunts Sandy and Irene and her Gram June and friends Gary and Jen plus many FB friends for their support.

Mistress said it was harder spending that last ten days with me than it was to watch me leave.

We had a nice last night together. I didn't wanna go to bed with her, but she kinda dragged me to bed and cuddled with me. After that, I laid on the foot of the bed and watched her sleep so that if she woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing she saw was my face.

She got up and hurried around, standing under water and packing things, so I thought she was going to leave me, but the kitty jail was already down.

Mistress didn't want to leave, and actually, neither did I, cuz whenever I go away in that kitty jail, I go to the vet! In the elevator, there was a older lady there, and she asked if I was going to get my shots, so I got worried. Mistress said, almost crying "No...I have to put her to sleep."

The lady said, in kind of a snotty voice "Oh, well I didn't know."

We found Older Mistress, got in her big car, and drove. I sang all the way there. This time, OM didn't tell me to shut up.

When we got there, OM took me out of my jail, and a minute later, we were led to a room with one long table and a counter.

OM put me on the counter, I tried to jump off, but they wouldn't let me.

Some lady put a towel on the table. OM held me for a while, Mistress petted me and talked to me. Then the lady came back and they talked about human stuff like ashes and pawprints and money. Then she told them how I would make my final trip.

then she went away. Mistress held me and I squirmed some more, so she put me on the table, and right away, I pooped on it!

They cleaned it up and later, another white coat lady put another, not so comfortable towel on the table.

I thought I would poop again, but it landed on the floor!

I got lots of pets and hugs and they talked to me. But why couldn't I be home? We could do this at home!

After the longest 45 minutes of my life, I think, the vet that Squeakers used to see, the one she called "Dr. Frizzhead, with the voice like Mickey Mouse" came in.

Oh oh....here I go!

After they talked....wow, they do a LOT of talking! Some other lady came in and shaved the hair off my back leg???>

I was NOT happy about that! I hissed and almost bit OM!

Then they stuck this needle in and they had me lie down. Mistress and Older Mistress petted me and talked really sweet to me. I could see tears coming out of both their eyes. Why? I was going someplace so furry nice!

The last face I saw was Mistress', to her request, that's what we agreed on, so she told Dr. Frizzhead that she wanted the last thing that I see to be her face.

I was being petted by Mistress and then Dr. Frizzhead (Dr. Trombley) gave Mistress a hug and Mistress was upset, but not as upset as she thought she'd be, since she saw that vision and I told her I'd be okay. (that was a few days before the day I left for the Bridge, see diary entry below.)

Now I am nice and healthy, playing with a lot of kitties and dogs too, just waiting for my human, hoping that she will get a new kitty in a while to fill that empty space that I left, in her home and in her heart.

She said that she went to OM's house that day after I left, and when she came home, it was so weird coming home to a home without a kitty. She didn't have time to take up the litterbox, food dishes, toys and my bed, so she had to do that, the place looked just like it did when I was living there. Now, the only things that are out that were mine are my kitty toys.

MOL, maybe she wants to play with them!

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