About 6 yrs ago I lost my best companion Irish, to a rare and fatal condition. He was my constant companion and we traveled everywhere together. My friends used to call him the dog with the old man's soul. He gave comfort to all.. Yesterday I lost one of my beloved cats Cheeto. I held him in my arms for three hours wispering to him how much he was loved. The last thing I said to him was that Irish was waiting for him just over the bridge to look after him and that we would all be together again one day. At that moment Cheeto gave out his last breath. I take comfort in knowing they are together now and that Irih will be his constant companion till I get there.

Thank you Rodo