"They are like bookends. They will give you many years of pleasure," a veterinarian's assistant said long ago in the flush of Tiny and Baby's kittenhood.
And so they did give us lifetimes of pleasure with their breathtaking physical beauty, their personal integrity and earnestness, their embodiment of our favorite words of Henry David Thoreau:
A vivid dream about the Babe last night. He was in our loving arms prancing and petting and purring. Tuck was there, too, and we spoke to him, saying we knew it couldn't be, but even so we gave ourselves in to the flood of happiness.
With bookends we were blessed.