October 5, 2013 -- Wolfie, it's the morning after you left us, and I keep thinking about all the years we were together -- so many, and you were always such a sweet boy. From the first time we saw you, when you extricated yourself from a pile of sleeping kittens and climbed up Daddy's pant leg (and we knew we'd been chosen!) to you drawing your last quiet breath, you have been a precious presence in our lives. I know we weren't always patient with you; you had so many issues, and it was frustrating sometimes. But you always forgave us, and gave us the opportunity to make it up to you and show you that we loved you. You were a sweet, simple soul, and yet you were such a fighter. How many times did we think that you might be about to leave us, and you rallied, and even began walking and eating again? I began to think you might outlive us all, but this last week we knew that everything was starting to shut down. So we tried to keep you as comfortable as possible, and pet you and hold you and remind you, and ourselves, how much we loved you and that you were a special kitty. I hope you and Monet are hanging out together now -- we love you both.