aww--sniffsniff. poor Fluffy. But you did love her and did your best, and
she loved you back.

Beverly
"Me" wrote in message
...
This is a memorial to little bit of joy in our world that met her end on
the busy street in front of our house. She was part of a litter born to
a neighbor's cat last fall. The neighbors didn't seem to care much about
what happened to the cats. We called her Fluffy, because she had a
gorgeous fluffy tail. Shy at first, she warmed up to us through the
magic of kibbles. She'd come running full tilt when she saw you, and
purr when picked up. In the afternoons she'd sit under my office window
meowing for attention. Fluffy wasn't at breakfast out back this morning,
and when I went to pick up the paper out front I found her. We've buried
her with many tears outside the window of my office. Her brothers, Grey
Kitty, and Black Kitty, attended the burial. We wish you a safe trip to
the Rainbow Bridge, Fluffy, we cared about you.

Julie
with Snowflake and Frieda