Oh, Mr. Chips, what an endearing pussycat you were. I feel so guilty that due to my wrong choice of a veterinarian you had to suffer alone as death approached. I'm sorry I wasn't there to hold you and help you gently cross the bridge.
You were always such a joy. I remember the first time I saw you at the East Valley Animal Shelter in North Hollywood. You were approximately 5 weeks old, and what a doll you were. I had such a wonderful bouncy kitten with me, along with Sharif. Then it was off to England and the horrors of quarantine for six months. I visited you every day except on Sundays when they were closed.
Finally the day came when you were able to come home and meet your new sister, Camille. You hid from me a few times since the weather was so great, and I knew my babies wouldn't want to come back till dinner time. We lived in England for two years, then you flew back to Los Angeles with Camille and Sharif... just to greet the awful heat again. Mr. Chips, you developed a crush on an abandoned kitten that was found next door. You took her immediately under your wing and named her Simone. She was your treasure as you were hers. You two were inseperatable from that day on. She still mourns your loss and walks around the house crying. She and Mr. BoJangles don't get along and I know her little heart is empty for you.
You were my "Chips" "Pot Pie" "Ping Pong" "Ping" and "Mr. Chipping", but most of all my dearly beloved friend. I pray that you have now found peace on the other side of the bridge. I loved you very much as did many people. Goodbye, Pussycat. Goodbye, my Mr. Chips.