A little bit of soul

Last Thursday our cat died. Our very old, very frail, very arthritic, very loved cat. He took a turn for the worst almost a week before but he kept holding on and some of us thought he would get better. But he didn't. And now that he's gone I miss him.  I've been around cats before but he was different. I know everyone says that but lots of people have said that about him. He was like a cat with a little bit of a soul.

While he was dying, the kids made a sign for his grave. It reads:

Here lies a good cat,

James Tiberius Cat, Esq.

And he was.