Rhoda has crossed the rainbow bridge

I had to put Rhoda down on May 25th. She had lost five pounds -- and she was a big girl, very gaunt, and couldn't breathe or eat.

As hard as it was for me, I couldn't watch her suffer any more.

As Deni said, "He never saw a cat who loved anyone as much as she loved me".

She is buried outside my kitchen window with her brother, Buddy, and other cats.

Sometimes, I just have to go out and light a candle at her grave and sit with her.

There never will be another Rhoda.

And even though Wean is still here, he is not Rhoda.

I miss her so much! And always will!