Boo was a blue smoke grey Persian with 1 gold eye and 1 yellow eye. She was a stunningly beautiful cat. For 18 and1/2 years, she was my constant companion. If I went on vacation, she went, too. I traveled a lot and she rode behind my neck, looking out the drivers side window. At night, if I was sleeping on my stomache, she was sleeping on my back; if I was sleeping on my back, she slept on my chest. I taught her to walk on a leash, to be tied up in a yard, to sit and lay on command and she taught me devotion and unconditional love. At Christmas time, as soon as the tree went up, it was hers. In the daytime, she would very seldom leave the base of the tree, where she slept on the blanket that was laid down for the gifts to sit on. As the gifts would pile up, she would always find a corner to squeeze in and sleep. In July of 2005, she lost her eyesight and would walk and cry until I would pick her up. Then, she would lay on my chest with her head tucked under my chin and purr so loud and hard, it vibrated thru me. A few weeks later, her kidneys shut down and it was time to release her from her darkness and pain. I held her for hours until it was time to go to the vets. As we sat and waited in the office, she tucked her head under the crook in my arm and purred. When the vet came in, he had tears in his eyes too. She pushed her face into my arm as he did what he had to do. Not once did she flinch, move, or try to pull away. She slipped away. It's almost Christmas time again, she has a fir tree planted by her headstone and it gets decorated every year. I still grieve so bad for her. I can't hardley wait to get to the Bridge!