My beautiful Shasta, a 13 year old ruddy Abyssinian, went over the bridge this evening. He was diagnosed with lymphoma earlier this year. He was a very brave boy, but he let me know this morning that it was time for him to go.

His two favorite pastimes were chasing after flying birdie feathers on a string and keeping his mommy's lap warm as often as possible. Now he's galloping through fields of catnip with my sweet Jonathan and little Punkin.