Angel 1993 - 2006
She was very fat and very attentive, greeted you with her eyes when you came home, came up to you, just to be near you. Slept close, or on the heating pad if it was available. She was Devon's cat, really. I wish she could have hung out on the planet for a bit longer but cancer is a reality of the 21st century, eh? Cats are such good teachers. And she became such a good traveler, even with her distinctive, panic-stricken-like "Meow." She will be sorely missed.
Poems by Rumi