Tuesday July 14, 1998

This morning as I was leaving the house for work I found Abbott on the
front lawn.  He was dead.  He was not visibly bruised and I could see
no signs that he had been in a fight, except for a trickle of blood on
his front lip.  I suppose he might have been hit by a car and managed
to work his way back onto the property where he just layed down and died.
I suppose it might also have been something he ate, though it would have
to be some potent poison for it to kill him in such a short period of
time, I had just seen him the night before.  Needless to say, I am
very upset about Abbotts death.  Moreso that it comes a year and seven
months after Costello (his brother) passed away.  I took that pretty hard
as well.  This is the last chapter of my tale of the two kittens that
strolled onto the back deck in the summer months of 1996.  I loved them
both and cherished them and I can only hope that they are together in
heaven chasing down mice and romping around.  I love you Abbott and I
love you Costello.  I will never know where you came from or why you were
both taken so early in life.