Someone mentioned recently in a comment that I must hate doing these. Hate is the wrong word. It makes me sad, yes, and I wish that only very old friends had to go to the Bridge, but I also feel that it is an act of love to say farewell and that's why I do it. This one is hard to write, because I have known Beezer for a long time. Back before I had a blog, I used to read Beezer's blog all the time. Then I started blogging and time got shorter and Beezer started blogging less and I just stopped going by much at all. I hadn't been by in ages when I read on the CB that Beezer had gone to the Rainbow Bridge. It came as a shock. I did write Beezer's story and limerick, which you can find here. Beezer was with his Mom as an only cat for almost 10 years. She first saw him in a department store window the day before Thanksgiving, which is how the shelter he came from encouraged people to adopt kitties and puppies. I always loved Beezer's adoption story. He was a mellow and loving cat. He loved to sit in his Mom's lap. He got sick all of a sudden and went quickly, at home with his Mom. She is missing him terribly.
It's hard to say farewell to Beezer.
He wasn't really even a geezer.
He got sick and left
His Mama bereft.
Have fun at the Bridge, dear friend Beezer.
