Michelle, He is a good buddy. He stayed with you for 16 years. My "old Man is 12 now and I check on him every so often because he sleeps so still. Makes me worry often. He has gone to a field in the sky A place where butter fly's land on his nose A place where he is a kitten again chasing little pieces of dust He is in a field with many many friends Rolling and tumbling and chasing yarn The field is protected by a stream There is but one bridge over that stream Someday you will come to that bridge He will hear your first footstep upon it with your second step his ears will perk up by the third he will know its you By the time you cross the bridge he will be running On your first step into the field he will jump into your arms He will purr and you will smile For two friends will be together again Forever Hang in there, Magick Michael