our chocolate point Siamese, lost his battle with chronic bronchial
problems that finally ended in tumors in his lungs. He was only 11
years old when we had to let him go.
I miss him so much in so many ways, but the hardest time is when I
go into the kitchen to make tea. Somehow he always seemed to know
that that is what I was doing and would come and ask to be held
while the tea steeped. As weak as he was he followed this ritual
until the very end. Right now I have to leave the kitchen while the
tea steeps, but I know some day the pain of his loss will lessen and
I will have fond memories of this wonderful cat and friend every
time I drink a cup of tea.