This page is dedicated to my friend and pet, Tasha. Tasha was a traditional Siamese, meaning she was of the older form, not the more recent "wedge head" form. While at the pound my mother and father found, and subsequently rescued, tasha. From the day I was born and then brought home from the hospital, Tasha was there. She was a blessing to me as I grew up. Someone I could talk to, someone I could hold on rainy days, and someone to keep me company. Up until my 11th birthday she was accomponied by my other Siamese, Tiki. They were a pair never to be parted. Then when Tiki developed cancer, we were put to a decision which I could not make, only accept. He was put down and I was left with Tasha to confort me. That was 8 years ago. Since then she has been my sole interest. Though many times I thought I would lose her she has endured. This morning I went out to check on her and found her unable to move. Still alive but not much left I brought her into my room. For the last 6 hours I have watched and waited, conforted her, watched her breathe, wondering how long she had. And now, less then 45 minutes after her last breath, I sit here and do the only thing I can think of to honor her. In her absence and the loneliness that follows I am empty. I have no feeling to write anything. I'm just letting my feelings do the typing. At the moment I cannot find the pictures I want so I will wait until I get them to post this page. I may add to this as the days go by and I realise more and more the loss. But for now, in closing I'll leave this, written as I came to my chair here. I had confirmed she was gone, and upon looking out the window I was inspired.

The clouds gather,

The heavens cry for my loss.

Goodbye dear friend.

Like family you were, tho only a cat.

May you go now to a better place

Pain is yours no longer

I have yet to even think of a title but not that it matters. I am now thinking I should expand upon this page. In the end, Tasha was a friend, family member, cat, and inspiration.