Today my sister and brother in law told me that they had their cat of 16 years put to sleep. His health had deteriorated and a calm, loving choice was made to ensure that he did not suffer any longer than was absolutely necessary. This post is for him.
His name was Garfield - or Garkie, as we called him. He was a beautiful 16 year old orange marmalade cat whose purr was so loud it sounded like a pot full of water. He had the most beautiful grey and gold eyes - they looked like something out of a science fiction novel. He would look directly into your eyes - something many pets will not do - and stare until you finally gave him some loving.
He had a wonderful temperament, loved children, and could never get enough petting time. I have been a member of this family for 11 years and this little fellow was every bit as much a member as I am.
Rest in peace, Garkie. I hope Edgar, Jesse and Tom are teaching you how to fly. I look forward to hearing your voice someday and telling you how much you were loved.
Although I think, somehow, you already know...