Our poor little kitty took a turn for the worse on Saturday while Rebecca and I were preparing dinner for the aunties, so we took him for his final visit to the vet. Unlike, Margaret and Leslie who adored going to the vet, Michael hated it and always acted very badly. This time, however, he seemed resigned, and knew that his troubles would soon 
be over, so he was a good boy, and went gently into that good night. His funeral was this morning in the one two hour window we could find when we were all three neither working nor in school. Tom always officiated at these events, but in his stead, Julie, who has been a hospital chaplain, gave a very nice feline service. We sang our traditional pet funeral song – “All Things Bright and Be
autiful” with special Michael verses.He made our little Michael,
His coat so soft and gray,
His one green eye, the other brown,
His pussywillow tail.
He was our darling nurse boy,
With tender loving care,
His soft caress, his lovingness,
A cat who brought us joy.
He loved his little family,
Protected us from the rat,
His fearless heart, his loving heart,
Our Mikey was quite a cat.
His coat so soft and gray,
His one green eye, the other brown,
His pussywillow tail.
He was our darling nurse boy,
With tender loving care,
His soft caress, his lovingness,
A cat who brought us joy.
He loved his little family,
Protected us from the rat,
His fearless heart, his loving heart,
Our Mikey was quite a cat.
Not very poetic, I'll admit, but heartfelt. The song didn't go well because we got too emotional to sing, so it was a bit disjointed. Rebecca made a lovely anise cake, which we had with tea, for the funeral meats.
