Two weeks ago my 16-year-old cat died. It happened fairly quickly and I was both shocked and heartbroken. I know it sounds strange to grieve over a little 10-pound cat but he meant the world to me and I miss him dearly. I named him Shadow not because of his beautiful black coat but because he was my shadow. Wherever I went he followed until he couldn’t. So, Shadow, my little man, I love you more today than I did yesterday and less than I will tomorrow.
I want to thank all of the ladies who filled in for me and my many admirers who have been so very supportive.