Once there was a lady kitty named Rikki who owned the Typist. She was born in 1990. There’s a story at the Hotties blog about when she lived with Typist.
After Rikki had lived with Typist for about 7 years, Typist and Uncle Milton shared a house. Rikki adopted Uncle Milton and lived with him for the rest of her life. He eats (and shares) lots of fish.
Rikki lived a long, happy, and fish-full life. She suddenly took a bad turn and couldn’t walk, so Uncle Milton did the right thing and chose to let her go peacefully. Typist went with him and they petted her to the very end.
We’ll miss you, great lady. Run free over the rainbow bridge, happy and healthy until Uncle Milton comes to meet you.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….”