I'm so sorry, Jilli. Peace to you.
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Jilli, I'm so sorry for your loss.
{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so sorry, sweetie.
So sorry, Jilli. He was one of the greats among beasties.
Oh Jilli, I am so sorry. He was indeed a great cat.
Jilli, I am so sorry for your loss.
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.
{{{jilli}}} Losing a beloved pet is horrible. I'm so sorry.
{{{Jilli}}}
Poor Jilli and Pete. I'm glad I remembered to include chocolate in your package and I'm glad you'll have some immediate distractions therein available should you choose to distract yourselves.