The music is "The Way We Were"

In Memory of my pretty little Poppy

Poppy was only five when she set out for the Rainbow Bridge--she left without warning, overnight...we were shocked and saddened to awaken and find her lying on the living-room floor surrounded by blood, apparently from her mouth. She had not been ill, so we concluded it must have been an aneurysm that caused her death. We shall always miss her, but are thankful that she gave us five years of joy, plus some beautiful kittens (now grown) before she departed.

Here is Poppy on top of the door--one of her favorite hangouts.

Her color was lighter than this picture shows--a lovely silver-blue gray. She had a gentle, sweet disposition, and was a wonderful mother to her two litters of kits.

Here's another picture of her with me:

Looks a bit annoyed, doesn't she? No, I wasn't squeezing her, but she had just had several other pictures taken with a neighbor and was anxious to get away from us humans for a while.