Oh, Jilli! I'm so sorry! He was well-loved, and I have no doubt he loved you back.
I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.
Xander ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - Nov 05, 2005 8:21:43 am PST #2899 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Cass - Nov 05, 2005 8:27:06 am PST #2900 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Oh, Jilli. I am just so sorry for your loss. Goodbye Beastie, you were loved even from afar...
Laura - Nov 05, 2005 8:29:29 am PST #2901 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
I'm so sorry for your loss Jilli.
Deena - Nov 05, 2005 8:32:28 am PST #2902 of 10003
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I'm so sorry, Jilli. Peace to you.
askye - Nov 05, 2005 8:39:26 am PST #2903 of 10003
Thrive to spite them
Jilli, I'm so sorry for your loss.
juliana - Nov 05, 2005 8:43:37 am PST #2904 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so sorry, sweetie.
amych - Nov 05, 2005 8:44:55 am PST #2905 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
So sorry, Jilli. He was one of the greats among beasties.
Lee - Nov 05, 2005 8:46:44 am PST #2906 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh Jilli, I am so sorry. He was indeed a great cat.
Sophia Brooks - Nov 05, 2005 9:08:35 am PST #2907 of 10003
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Jilli, I am so sorry for your loss.
P.M. Marc - Nov 05, 2005 9:30:50 am PST #2908 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Beastie will be missed greatly.
He was a great big monster of a cat, noble and cranky and always in hunt of the elusive lap. Those of us who knew him couldn't fail to be impressed by the boy.
I'm glad he went on his own terms, but damn it, I wish he'd have fifteen more years.