the Littleman with the BIG feet! I mustve read your memorial pages a dozen times now, and to my dismay, have neglected to sign your guestbook. My sincerest apologies for the oversight. I would like to think that 1 day you will come crashing thru the cat door looking for you can of Tuna, and Jack. But, the odds arent so too good. SOooo... lets hope that you are enjoying your tuna at the bridge. I would ask that you save the water in the can , and perhaps share it with my Gonzo, who loved the water, but, would NOT eat the tuna. Tuna was huMAN food, and Gonzo never wanted anything to do with huMAN food, just the water. (weird, huh?) Let your Jack hear your comforting purrs in the wind, and your gentle huggs in the rain. Disappearing in the rain never to be seen again is a sad departure, as there is no closure for your Jack , who is waiting for a sign from you. Please comfort the sad heart.
Godspeed, and i hope youve found comfort and peace