My cat—my pal—Alice died Saturday morning. She was 15 years old and had suffered from hyperthyroidism for several months. Despite medication and veterinary care she slipped away in my arms, wrapped in a blanket just after 10AM. She was a loving and gentle companion who gave me more than I could ever have given her. The way she came into my life was a sign that it was meant to be

I had just moved into a new house and when my daughter came to visit we went to the Rome Humane Society to find me a pet, something I hadn’t had over the previous decade of apartment living. I picked out a beautiful long hair white and orange cat but my daughter insisted that I take the very common looking tiger that she found. So it was that Alice came home with me. Alice had been adopted twice before and, well, things apparently didn’t work out. But with me she became a blessing. I miss her, my pal Alice the cat.