Dakota was an incredibly beautiful purebred Persian cat even though she was a rescue cat. But more than that she had the personality and love that had me wrapped around her finger. We had our rituals. She would always get up on the bathtub and give me a kiss. When I was at the sink taking my medicine, she was right there with me and she always slept on the pillow next to mine. She had these big wide paws that I loved to watch when she would throw the litter around in one of the boxes. Her eyes spoke only of the love she had for me. I am grateful that, although she was in the hospital, she died in my lap and I got to be holding her. I know that time is the only alleviator of grief, but it's like time has stood still. Despite the fact that I have four other cats, including her sister, Dakota was the one that I prayed would be the last to go. What can be said of something that is irreplaceable and invaluable?