Beau, the Cheeto-Loving Cat
This cat, named while I was watching "Gone With the Wind" one summer day, was born a few weeks before Preston and I were married. That made him 22 years old--22 YEARS OLD!--when I had to take him into the vet in October of 1998 to be put down. He was developing kidney failure and it was time to let him go. (I never knew a cat could live so long, but I understand the record is 35 years.) He'd gotten very very thin and very hard of hearing, (some would say he'd outlived his nine lives), but I still remember as a kitten when he would race up the curtains and around the room. He was a nice cat, never mean or spiteful. I just hope people think of me kindly when I'm very old, very hard of hearing and obnoxious.
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It's always difficult losing a very loved pet, but he died peacefully, after a long life. I want to thank our veterinarian, Dr. Mike Tyler, his wife Suzanne and his entire staff at Greywolf Veterianary Hospital for their excellent care of all our animals, but especially for their compassion and care of Beau. We'll all miss him, but he has left us better for having had him in our lives.
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat,
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