Support for Mr. Pilot's Cremation

Mr. Pilot the venerated master, the mouser extraordinare and all around good boi joined his ancestors in heaven yesterday after a short battle with brain cancer. My 17-year old stalwart friend I know you wanted to keep brawling with your brothers and napping in the sunshine forever, but alas that was not to be and your mom, in a hysterical mess, decided to take you to the vet to give you all the love and kisses she could before finally having to say goodbye. To anyone who has met Pilot you knew what a sweet orange cat he was, cuddler of kitten, watcher of children, giver of kitty kisses and purrs just simply because it's a beautiful day to be a Pi. I hope he is traveling the rainbow bridge as we speak reuniting with the pets he as outlived and is surrounded by all his favorite things in this world. I know I will miss him nestled quietly in lap when I painted on those late quiet evenings where the world stops and it's just the frogs and the wind outside. It's been real quiet here today with him and It is going to really hard for me to sleep without the old rusty purrs emanating from that soft sweet old orange cat body a little body I was as familiar with as my own. That familiar lullaby purr that sent me softly into sleep for many nights for over a decade. I opening up a fund for his cremation and his urn, of anyone would like to donate to this sweet buddy this will help his mom get to work, as she was having car issues at the same time and choosing to help Pilot was her first priority. I thank you for the bottom of my heart. Hug your kitties today and forever.