He was the orangest tabby I anyone had ever seen. My Beavis came into my life on a blustery, fall day in October 1993. He was about 6 weeks old. I was immediately smitten. Over the 16 1/2 years he was with me he reminded me every day about unconditional love. Every night he slept in the crook of my right arm with his head on my shoulder, purring, under the covers. My Beavie was better than any electric blanket.

He was a very wise, old soul. I know that he and I have been together in many lifetimes before this one. Beavie was a mind reader, always knowing when I needed extra kitty kisses on my cheeks. Every morning he would wake me up five minutes before the alarm went off by walking around the perimeter of the bed. He knew it was the one thing that drove me nuts.

A popular kitty with my friends, he was the "greeter" at parties. Always first to walk up and rub on their legs with a "purrttt", and just an all around love bug to everyone he encountered.

His partner, Tyson, is 20 years old and is completely lost without his buddy. When I found Beavis in the hallway, Tyson was sitting right beside him, yowling at the top of his lungs. He has yowled all night, continually walking into the hall and looking at the place where Beavis died. I hope he doesn't grieve himself to death.

The comforting note in the last 12 hours....this morning, as I was taking Tyson to the vet for an appointment, the sunrise was so orange....just like Beavie's fur. As I sat at a stop light and looked at it, in the dark clouds about the sunrise, there was a perfect, golden circle from the sun rays....no doubt it was my Beavie....telling me that he had made it to the Rainbow Bridge and that he was ok.

My life will never be the same without my sweet, orange boy, my kitty, my Beanie Bendolini, my Beavie Weavie Lover Leanie. My precious Beavis. Even though my heart is shattered and the tears will not dry anytime soon, Beavis, know that I will see you again one day and we will curl up under the covers again.....wait for me.