He was a very wise, old soul. I know that he and I have been together in many lifetimes before this one. Beavie was a mind reader, always knowing when I needed extra kitty kisses on my cheeks. Every morning he would wake me up five minutes before the alarm went off by walking around the perimeter of the bed. He knew it was the one thing that drove me nuts.

A popular kitty with my friends, he was the "greeter" at parties. Always first to walk up and rub on their legs with a "purrttt", and just an all around love bug to everyone he encountered.

His partner, Tyson, is 20 years old and is completely lost without his buddy. When I found Beavis in the hallway, Tyson was sitting right beside him, yowling at the top of his lungs. He has yowled all night, continually walking into the hall and looking at the place where Beavis died. I hope he doesn't grieve himself to death.