I have little in the way of material things to leave, only my love and magic which I leave to all who have loved me.
To my Friend, I know will mourn the most...to my companions...I ask them to remember me always but not to grieve for me too long. Let them remember that no
cat was ever happier but I have grown ill and pained. It is time to say "Good-Bye." I accept this part of the journey as a natural part of life.
What will come to me after death? I would like to think that I will be joined by companions I've known in life. I will romp in ice-filled fields and every hour will be mealtime. I will spend long evenings in front of fireplaces with logs forever burning and curl up with memories of the love of my special person.
One last request I make. I ask my friend, for the love of me, to have another. No cat can be as distinguished and handsome as I was, but my friend must not ask the impossible.
To that new cat, I've left my handmade Afghan throw and "stairway to the stars" climbing post. I leave him my place on the window perch which I loved so much, and wish him a long, sunny afternoon of snoozing and bird watching.
A few last words, Dear Heart. I have loved you completely and no matter how deep I sleep I shall hear you. Remember that Angels are not allowed to show their wings on earth, though there's no rule against whiskers!
by Barbara Meyers
