Here is Geminis tribute to Pickford copied from Cat Chat
I tried my best, I really did. I wished Pickford all my best get-well wishes yesterday and last night, and the folks sat with him and did their best get-well things. Well it always worked before... it worked when he had his abscess, it worked when he had his teeth out, it worked when he had the lump off his belly, and it even worked when he had his dew claw removed that turned out to be the 'Big C'. So, I thought our get-well wishes would always work for Pickford the Brave, he seemed invincible somehow, but they weren't enough this time. It was all to do with his bone marrow and red blood cells or something, oh I don't know, but his insides just couldn't work properly anymore. The folks are so upset, they thought he was invincible too. I never thought I'd say this but I'm going to miss him. Pickford was always so well-mannered, he always let me have the best spot, he'd even give up a warm lap if I wanted it, and he'd never steal my prawns. He was fun to watch too, when he went bonkers with a catnip sack, or his Wiggly Waggler or Da Bird. And how the folks are going to get to sleep at night without a Private-Pickford-hot-water-bottle in between them I have no idea. So tonight Pickford's Pillow is empty, and the folks bed is only two-thirds full. Tomorrow he'll be buried in the sunniest part of the front weed-border, near where he used to laze in the sun for hours on end, and not too far from his hero, the late great Colonel Beau. Goodnight Pickford the Brave, the place won't be the same without you.
R.I.P. Pickford the Brave, 1996(approx) - 2009
