Kirsten’s beloved cat, Charlie, died yesterday, a year and a month to the day since Kirsten died. Her brother, Marshall, had been taking care of her, and she seemed to be doing just fine until old age caught up with her. I’m appending a small poem in tribute to this cat as well as attaching a photo of her with Kirsten. On coming home from the hospital the year she died, the first thing Kirsten wanted to do was hold Charlie.
Charlie was a long-haired gray with some
Siamese, so you’ll know she had a voice
on her when she spoke up. Having lived
to great age, she died peacefully in her sleep.
Charlie was a great cat. No one who knew
her would dispute that. In this family, we
have a memory bank, and her place there
Happy Thanksgiving to you and Beth and all the animals in this world who need our love and care,