Well, it is nearly the end of a full year without you, and it has been a very hard year, especially with losing Pebbles, Granddad and Tiger - hope you have found Granddad and Snowy, and ignored Tig, Pebbles and Tiger. I had a bad day on Christmas Eve, yet another Christmas without you, and the first one without Granddad and Tiger, and then felt guilty cos you are in my thoughts more than the others, but I had no time to prepare for you losing me, you went like you did in life, quiet, unassuming and without bothering anyone. IT is quite ironic that in taking you in, I wanted you to have a loving home for the end of your life, and not go on the street, and you still did, although the big difference was it was your choice, you could have stayed with Uncy Harold, or you could have asked to come home, but you chose your spot in the fresh air - your years in a home never quite stopped your free roaming spirit, did they? You were lucky to be able to have the kind of life you need, you were the only cat I could ever leave out while I Went to work. I wondered if your loss had made me too weak to continue helping oldies, but I think I would be dishonouring your memories if I did that, sadly there are too many oldies who end up needing a home through no fault of their own, just like you did, and I know none of you would want me to stop helping them, you would all be proud that another oldie would get the love and care you did. RIP little one.