After fighting it out with cancer and arthritis, we finally had to put our 14 1/2 year old feline to sleep yesterday. Some of you out there knew the Mighty Missy, and since I’m not a drinking man (but some of you are) if you’d be willing to raise a glass and make a toast to a feline that survived being thrown out of a car at the age of 4 1/2 weeks old, was capable of telling time, knew how to operate a compact disc player, and was the unofficial editorial department for the comic, I would be very grateful.
“if love would die along with death,
this life wouldn’t be so hard”
—-Andrew Vachss
Go easy.
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