An exquisite tabby boy. Your rusty motor of a purr and insistent attitude kept communication lines clear. Your dedication to your person (Randy) was unshakable. If you weren't trying to sneak up on birds you were snoring on your corner of the bed. Your eyes were intoxicating and your inscisors hung out past your lip giving you a wild cat quality. The bend in your tail gave it a life of its own. The day we took you to the vet, you rested your head on Randys hand as they slipped an i.v. tube into your paw. Your eyes shut, your breathing stopped and your heart stopped beating. . . And I'm broken. I cling to your memory. I thought I heard you last night meowing to get back inside. I unlocked the door and called your name. Only lightning and thunder and sheets of rain answered my call. Realizing it was a dream my tears mixed with the rain. I'm so sorry. When you passed, I thought for sure an angel like you would have been met with the sky opening and trumpets sounding. But instead it was so quiet. I miss you. I can't stop these tears. "It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the town". Goodbye baby boy.