My gorgeous "baby" girl kitty, Tara, crossed the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. She was 14 years old, but still played like a kitten just up until her last couple of days. She was such a good cat ... she never did anything wrong and loved being petted. She put up with a lot; the death of her "companion" kitty 7 years ago, and then the addition of two new cats to HER house. She tolerated their youth, but never complained. I loved her so much, but of course I know she is in a better place now, chasing birds and mice, and eating as much as grass as she wants. And she feels no pain or discomfort! Love you, my beautiful, baby girl! You will always have a place in my heart!