On Saturday, April 22, 2001 at around 11:00 PM we lost a family pet. Tiger was his name, a cat of 18 years. My wife had found him before we were married, and he accepted me as a part of the family. I have fond memories of Tiger from over the years, and as is the case of pets, in the past year, he started to show his age.
My wife got home from work and found him lying on the bed she made for him in the bathroom, he was weak and on his way to the place where his 10th life awaited him. My wife held him in her arms and we petted and watched over him as the life slipped from his body. It was hard, even more so for my wife, since Tiger had adopted her as his mother. But in the end, he went to a better place, and we hope to see him again one day.
I just felt an urge to put this out there to share, and to give my grief a voice.
We will miss you Tiger and love you always.
