RIP, Boots/Bitty Bitty/Good Boy. You were a neat 6-toed, black and white kitty cat. I'm so sorry that my Dad couldn't take better care of you and love on you more. I'm so sad that you lost so much weight and barfed so much. But dad can't take care of himself anymore either and cannot have you where he's going. You are happier now, I hope, and not in any pain or discomfort. You know I love you and I think dad did, too, in his own way. For a cat, you were pretty cool, little Boots. You are resting now under the bushes and trees that you used to nap under. I wish Dad could have been there to see you off but I'm so glad I could be there. You're a good boy, Bitty Bitty. I will miss you.
Ruby Underfoot, CGC