10:17 Mid Thursday Afternoon (23 April 2009)   A Living Ode To the best friend a girl has, never judging or hating or arguing or fighting. The only toys you ever enjoyed was just simple pieces of string. Fancy fur-covered mice did not interest you, nor big sticks with fluffy feathers. You are a mean drunk, and get aggressive when you are under the influence of catnip. You are the softest, sweetest thing, and even now you purr loudly as a motor car as you're being stroked. You are the most affectionate walking carpet ever, even though usually you don't like being picked up or held on a lap. I love it when you head butt my hand or face or leg to remind me to keep scratching your ears. You are always so loud and insistent to get into a room or out of one...or when you want to get on a bed or you're hungry or you want to be petted... You would never be angry when I demanded cuddles whenever I was sad, and you never complained when I got tears in your fur. Even when I gave you pills that you didn't want to take, you still loved me. I'll miss your voice and your warmth and your softness. I'll miss your wet nose and your drool and listening to you purr. I'm glad you have had a good life, and I am glad to make your last few days as comfortable as possible, even as you don't remember who I am or where you are. Thank you for being the most darling, affectionate, loving, patient, and tolerant cat I've ever had the delight of knowing. Love you Mickey.