Dear Circe,
I can promise you that you’ll never have to take another pill, will never need any more bloodwork. There will be no more vet visits. No more sucky car rides. Goodbye, little ballerina kitty, who two months ago could jump over my head at the ripe old age of 14. I already miss you.
P.S. Meow.
Edited 12/28/06 12:43pm to add mp3 and link to Brian’s post.