Tippy
In the shrine of the She-Cat am I
Bathed in the radiance of her golden eyes
Her promise is given and so it shall be
I will live again and you will belong to me
Gene McManus
Today around noon, Tippy, TC, Tippy Cat, went on the Shrine of the She-Cat by the Rainbow Bridge. I still have no real clue what caused his liver disease. No more Tippy sleeping on the arm of the sofa when I would lay down. No more brother for Beau to harass. No more cheese hound who could always tell when you were gettting it out of the fridge no matter how quiet you were being. Its odd but Misty and Tippy never got along, I'm fairly sure he was responsible for the big abscess she had on her tail but this morning as I was sitting on the sofa having my chocolate milk she came up behind me and gave me a headbut kiss on the back. It was like she was telling me even though she didn't like him, Tippy was going to be ok and was ready to pass on. So now I only have 15 pretty kitties. A little over a month ago I wouldn't have thought Tippy would be passing on so soon. Zorro, cantankerous soul he has turned into like his mother, is the eldest at 18. Tippy would have been 11 this March.
Bye big boy. See you later.