Sascha
Today I had to say good-bye to my beautiful and wonderful kitty Sascha. He was 17 and had been failing for a little while, but just stopped eating and drinking two days ago. He was a total character and a complete love sponge. He loved laps and being petted. He had the loudest purr around and adored catnip (he ripped an entire plant out of a planter one time and then knocked the planter over and rolled in the dirt). My mom always called him "she" by mistake because she said he was "too pretty to be a boy." He could be very dog-like at times (he loved to play fetch) and then totally cat-like at others (he would ignore you at will). We have a million Sascha stories in my family because he had enough personality for 4 cats! He will always be my baby, and I will miss him dearly.
Play in peace, Sascha. You are loved.