Last Friday our friend and colleague, brother and mentor, Bug suffered a critical heart failure. Those who met him knew him as a loving and compassionate cat, always interested in taking time to enjoy life with others and show them the finer sides of living.

He was an inspiration and an ally through thick and thin. Bug stood strong next to me, providing strength and energy when and where it was needed most. I loved him very much and he will be missed.

Dana Goodyear’s blog turned me on to this Aimee Man video, that somehow seems appropriate:

Who has said it any better than Alfred, Lord Tennyson?

I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world’s altar-stairs
That slope thro’ darkness up to God,

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.

Be well and be safe Bug. My thoughts are with you. Thank you for your help in saving poetry.