Our Baby is gone. We'd thought it was just a variation on the feline asthma theme his sister has had for years, but no. It seems he had a fast-growing tumor on his palate that was compromising his breathing. Had to let him go. Hearts breaking breaking breaking. Born in our attic closet twelve plus years ago and weaned on our heart and soul. When we left him this morning at Angell Memorial's emergency room 'round 5 a.m. we gave him a cheek cuddle and said we hoped we'd see him soon, but Tuck, our ever-faithful driver and cat whisperer in residence, assumed we'd be seeing the little fellow at the end of the day and never had a chance for a final farewell. His heart is breaking. Tears without end.