We gave ourselves in to the flood of happiness

Just after breakfast Tiny recharges her batteries in the early morning light atop the dining room table.

"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.

"Best Easter Dinner ever, says Goomp, and Baby doesn't disagree, but could I have some more shrimp, please?" we captioned this image of the late, great Cakes, featured in our Easter 2008 post "He is risen."

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:

The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.

Tiny thinks about things we don't as she soaks up the sun's early rays.

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.

 "Baby Cakes, how come you're so beautiful?" we captioned this image in our November 11, 2005 post "Baby Cakes endorses our candidacy."

With bookends we were blessed.

Comments

[Connecticut Yankee]

Not just bookends-- Baby and Tiny wrote the book on feline/human companionship. And you and Tuck are blessed still.

[pb]

I, too, have dreams of my beloved lost pets, and give in every time.

Those moments are just as real as past moments with them, and gone too soon, just the same.

Enjoy them.

[Gayle Miller]

With those two beautiful "kids" we were all blessed. Baby is still my background on the home computer and Tiny, precious girl, is still with you and Tuck to give you comfort and solace.

From me, and from Sam the Wonder Cat (currently lounging on the screened deck at home, I'm sure), all our love and thoughts of your lovely girl and the completely missed Babe!