He gave me seventeen years of happiness, this morning he gave me a broken heart. My sweet, sweet boy died this morning, at home, with both of us there and giving comfort. He quit eating entirely a couple of days ago, and with the huge mass in his abdomen it was very apparent why. He jumped up to the counter even as late as yesterday to drink from the faucet, he used the litter box until the end. He ended his life a shadow of his former self, a handsome dark gray and white 'tuxedo', his beautiful green eyes full of love and the joy of living. He was quiet and soft spoken, and was the only one who greeted everyone that visited. In his senior years he enjoyed his fast food, his Arby's and his McDonald's, and would lay on the table each morning with his head on my arm as I read, reaching out to grab it if I tried to get up. He had a side to side little prance when we called, tail straight up and a soft chirp to greet us. Until the cancer invaded our lives, it was perfect, now the world seems so dark and cold. I try to think of it as a blessing he went, I did not want him to suffer, not my sweet boy, my Burt.......RIP my beautiful little boy, if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. May the good Lord bless and keep you, until we meet again!
You have provided so much comfort to others that I wish I could write as well as you do at times like these. Perhaps I can borrow from you. There is one thing you always say - to remember that your kitty would never want you to be so unhappy and it's absolutely true. He wouldn't. Burt is still with you in so many ways, living always in your heart. 
