Yesterday I had to put down my 17 year old cat. Trouble has been with me since he was 2 weeks old. He's been my best buddy and traveled the country with me. We've been camping and hiking, we've explored wilderness and cities. He's been to every job I've ever worked and dried every tear I've ever had. That is until now. Now the tears are free flowing but there is no soft orange fur to catch them, no gentle purr to comfort me, no more paws to pat me and tell me it's ok. We battled illness after illness the past year. He rallied through them all. In the end it was asthma that did him in. He's never had it before. 2 weeks ago he started wheezing and even with every treatment available there was nothing that could be done. And so with tears and kindness I let him go, no longer to suffer and to find peace at last. I can only hope his life was as enriched by me as mine was enriched by him. And so my furry son I bid you adieu and hope we shall meet again. You are and shall ever be in my heart.