17 February 2006
My Misha-cat died this morning.
Dunno what else to say, really. She was a great cat, but they all are. Not the brightest, she never had a little thought in her little head beyond "arenít I cute?" - but she always was, even at the end. She purred at me and went to sleep, and I felt her heart stop beating.
© Chaz Brenchley 2006
Reproduced here by permission of Chaz Brenchley, who asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.