Our family lost a dear and loyal friend this week.
Her name was Patsy. She was about 18 years old.
A feline by birth, she had black furry stripes on a
coat of gray. She was always quiet, regal and
gentle. Patsy did not have much to say, but
she often greeted us with her sing-song meow,
meow, meow. She let us know that she was
an important part of our lives, and, indeed,
(This article was written on September 13, 2012)