Feline friends:
The cats are about half a year old on the pictures above (December 1998).
On 27 October 2001, Pixel, for years by far the smallest of the siblings, finally succumbed to feline leukæmia virus.
On 28 May 2002, her sister Poggle, after months of various ailments and severe weight loss, met the same fate.
In both cases, the long drawn out wasting disease culminated in death throes that, when they finally came, were mercifully short. Both have drunk the cup of life to the full, claiming the dual birthright of cats -- the freedom of the open wilderness, and the warmth of a loving home to return to. As kittens they often snuggled up to each other (and to me), as adolescents they grew apart and often squabbled, in death they are once again buried next to eachother, and so the circle closes. May Basht guide them in their other eight lives.
Their brothers will be four this year (2002). They are strapping lads and a picture of health.