Noco... Orinoco. Twenty plus years old, my sweet Bo. My buddy who would wait up for me if it was after 10:00pm when I was dating Bill. Persistence, sassypants, trit-trot, cuddle-up, purr, ooo that has nice corners let me rub my nose on that, Q-tipped, snuggler of my sadness and aches, lover of those who loved him or _would_ come to love him, changer of hearts, lap-cat, hansom boy, prince-and-the-pea, dear companion.
Our hearts ache that you are gone from us, our eyes fill and refill with tears ... and yet we are relieved that you are no longer yowling in pain, that you wont fall down stairs as your body refuses to work the way it should, that you are no longer starving but unable to eat, no longer filled with a thirst that can't be quenched... We longed for you to be rescued into health, but instead it was time for you to rest into death.
We will build a garden, and plant in it our fondest memories, drawn by the scent of cat mint. Good night sweet prince.
