When I went to pick up Boe from my friends cousins home, he climbed up my leg and onto my shoulder.  That has really been his favorite spot all his life.  He was just 6 weeks old.



One of my favorite memories was when he and I lived alone and he decided to turn on the light.  He had climed on the back of the chair and saw the light switch on the wall and decided to turn it on.  I sat straight up in bed and we just looked at each other.  I think he was suprised as I was.



I loved the way he would jump into my arms, but only when he wanted to explore the higher shelves in my closet.



Boe would always greet me in the morning when I woke and get up to greet me when I came home.  



He will be missed physically but will live forever in my heart.



I was by his side when he died.   They say egyptians shaved their eybrows when their cats died.  I know why they did that.