Dear sweet Miss Lacie died the best possible way: In a home where she was looooved, on a window perch where hse was comfy, and died after going to sleep wityh a goodnight kiss on her mind.

We should all be so lucky, in a way.

Pad your soft feet over to my Great Uncle Mac there at the Rainbow Bridge, Miss Lacie. He loved kitties when he was here on Earth, and I am sure would give you some loving strokes and get you acquainted with the Rainbow Bridge residents who're already there.