FireBall July 31, 2008
You were born of Tabs two years ago and became one of my favorite cats. I loved the way you would roll on your back and wait for me to pick you up. We would sit together on the porch swing and you would purr a song to me. On occasion you would leave for a few days on a hunt, always to come home to let me know you were ok. This morning before the sun had rose and the rain came down I saw your lifeless body laying in the road. I ran to you but you were already gone. As I lifted your body and carried you, you let out your last breath. I held you like I did yesterday knowing that someday I will be able to hold you again....