Four days short of that month, I had to have Dude put to sleep. He was at this time 15 years old and he was always the handsomest cat in the neighborhood.

My tears wouldn’t stop while I told him , before the sedation took hold, how much I loved him and would love him always and what a handsome cat he was. He wagged his tail at everything I said, though the wag was weak.

I miss him so much even though I still have five cats left. They are all special.

I have not yet recovered from this loss, and I do understand your feelings about Sprite – a beautiful dog.

I know I shall cry more tears when I read the book.

Thank you, Mark, for sharing your story, and God bless you.

Audrey from CA