Update: I have been informed by Parker that the Food Source is actually the Dad, so I will edit the post accordingly. Radcliff trotted off to the Rainbow Bridge all by himself Christmas morning. His Dad noticed that he was having a bit more trouble with his hind legs than usual when he got breakfast for the kitties, but didn't think much of it because Radcliff had arthritis and had his good days and not so good days. After he got dressed and returned to the kitchen, he found him on the floor. It must have been quite a shock, as he hadn't been ill. His Dad adopted Radcliff from a shelter as one of the two first kitties in the house. Though he wasn't too keen on the other cats who joined him later, he remained the most laid-back cat his Dad had ever known. Radcliff loved to be loved and if he felt that he wasn't getting enough attention, he would wake his Dad up in the middle of the night for his head scritches. He was a fine, handsome cat and will be sorely missed.
Radcliff went to the Bridge on his own,
Softly and quietly -- not even a moan.
Now he runs free
And leaps with such glee
To find that his legs are once more his own.