When we lost Sarah,my son's first cat to a liver and kidney illness it was earth-shattering tough. Sarah was our "old laughing lady" who'd cackle her jowels at the birds outside the window. She actually and honestly "chose us" to live with by showing up at the door one day and waltzed in when I opened it. A true love-cat she always found her way into our laps or perched ontop my chest. We loved her affection that she gave us daily. Losing her was hard on all of us. My son and I blamed ourselves for making her suffer more because we did'nt want to lose her and tried to "make her well again" by feeding her liquified food through a syringe. We did'nt want to give up or let her go...but we knew we had to. It broke our hearts tolose her because she was such a part of our lives. When we dug the hole in our yard and to lay her to rest we shared our final goodbyes to a wonderful friend. I remember my son clipped off a lock of her fur to keep and I thought that was very nice. A simple act of removing a lock of her fur to keep. The rest we keep with us in our hearts. A stone that reads: Our Loving Sarah-kitty,a wonderful companion and friend.