Tigger, R.I.P.

On Saturday, January 7th, 2006, my beloved old cat Tigger passed away. His passing was both sudden and not unexpected. He was in good health, however he was 16 years old, which is very old for a cat. He leaves a large, furry empty space in my life. I've had him since he was a baby, and almost as long as I've lived in Southern California. He followed me to 3 homes, the last move being quite traumatic for him, although he learned to love it. He loved people and followed them around when they visited. He always wanted to see the outside, however once he got there it scared him. He knew all the dark cool places, all the sunny warm spots and the few high areas at home. He got his name from his bouncy ways as a kitten.