'God's finger touched him, and he slept' br (Tennyson: In Memorium) br br How can I thank you sweet boy, br for all the joy you brought? br Because my grief is raw br I hear your gentle call, br and see you everywhere. br One day, sweet boy, br we will meet again. br It is destined so. br br br Addendum: br br Titch, a magnificent Russian Blue cat br was my constant companion when I was br convalescing post heart attack.