On Apr 18, 9:58*pm, "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee"
wrote:
"Will in New Haven" wrote in ...



Uncl Bill is furry sad an almos cannot typebite diss. Sew I will be
breef.

Missy wen to da Bridj to be wiff Maggy May, her meowmie, and her
brufur da gallant Winnie. Wee awl misses hersef butted da Bear, little
Samanfa an I gno about da Brij, sew wee can tak itted betterer. Uncl
Bill an Ant Micki are devestiated.

She wanned her boyfren, Maffew Harold, to gno dat gnoin him has bin
one of da hilights of her life. And she will see him later on.

Missy wuz happee an feelin ok butted she had sumfin rong dat da TED
coodn't hep. Hee letted her com hom an shee eeted gud and did fings
dat she wiked rite up to da day dat she went. Shee wooda wiked drivin
a truk in da current adbenchur and meeting a raccoom butted she is in
da arms ob Maggy May an of mine Mommy and of da Mother of us awl.

WooToo

Hoomin note: I couldn't type this until my lunch hour is almost over.
So many things making me sad right now. My brother's little dog is
clearly not going to come home. The best that we can hope for, and it
is very good, is that someone fell for her so hard that they had to
keep her. The last of Micki's wonderful Himmys, who have been such a
big part of my life, the last of Maggy May's line, is gone now. There
are a couple of other things but I have to get back to w*rk now.

--
Will in New Haven

I yam hunkering deown in meetloaf pozishun an startin tu purr Missy tu
da Bridge, where she will meat with frenz an famblee. *Hur shud awlzo
meet wiff sum Rakkoonz dere.
Condolenses to you and yours.

While I am together enough to type and while there is some time left
in my lunch hour, I would like to thank all of you who left messages
here and/or lit candles for little Missy.

She had a really good last year, in some respects. She had gradually
been losing that fear of humans, probably inherited from Maggy May's
mom who was intermittently insane, and this year, since last summer,
had started to accept skritches and petting from the two of us. Even
earlier than that, she had stopped being freaked out at a human
approach and we hardly ever heard her hiss. She would approach us when
there was something attractive in _our_ dinners and accept tribute
like the princess she is.

As detailed in a thread she started, she had even gotten the courage
to speak up and ask for her meals. She would meow if the level of
kibble was low or when it was time for her beloved gushy fudz. Her
stance and expression when she did this were very close to those of
her gallant brother Winnie, whom she is probably grooming even now as
she tells him how she leared this from WooToo.

And, of course, she remained great pals with the dogs and pretty close
to WooToo.

Her intenet persona had a good time also. As she became friendlier I
typebited about her more and she got involved with a wonderful mankat
and did a lot of reckless dribing on adBENshurs.

da Bear's back legs are weak and I worry about him but he has perked
up since the weather got cooler. I'm sure Missy wants to see him but
she is patient. Waiting is.

--
Will in New Haven