It was a long weekend, and he just didn't feel good, so this morning I took Herald to the vet for the last time. He was a Christmas cat, picking me out at the Flagstaff, AZ Humane Society Shelter - Me! Me! Pick me! - his little paw grabbing at me from between the cage bars. His loud meow earned him his name, something of a bad pun - Hark, the HERALD. We did 4 more moves together, along with his older sister, Bonnie. He's now pain free, and was gently helped across the Rainbow Bridge.

I know it was the right decision, but it still sucks. I'll miss his neck nuzzling, and guiding my hand over to pet him, or trying to steal my yougurt spoon.

So long sweet boy.