Harry was 18-1/2 years old when he passed. He was with me from the age of seven weeks. He had a long life despite a history of diabetes, renal failure and stomatitis. He was the most unconditionally loving cat I’ve ever known. I'm not exaggerating. Friends who knew him will tell you that. When they visited, their first thought was where’s Harry? He even kissed the vet tech's cheek after his catheter had been placed in preparation for his euthanasia. Harry had crashed earlier that day and it was so important to me that he die with dignity. He was still purring and loving until the drugs stopped his heart. Life feels so empty without him. I can still feel his weight on my lap; hear his purring and snoring. If he wasn’t sleeping he was with me, following me around like a dog. I can see him reaching for my face when I picked him up so he could give me a lick on my cheek. My life feels empty without my Harry boy. I cry for him every day.

Susan W.