Poor Little Saccmeister

Our cat Sacci has become very sick and will probably be put to sleep soon. We've never done that with one of our pets before, but in his case he's very miserable and fifteen years old.

I just wanted to remember Sacci. He's a Himalayan cat; he has long white, silky hair with red "flame" tips on his ears, nose, and tail. When you give him a bath, he is skinny as bones, but his hair makes him look large. His eyes are icy blue. His meow is very quiet. Sometimes you only see his mouth open with no noise, other times you hear only a faint "ow." He's shy, finicky, and withdrawn normally, though sometimes at night you'd hear him run back and forth down the hall in a frenzy.

He spent most of his life inside and was afraid to go outside, though in the past few years I started letting him out and he came to enjoy sunbathing.

My sister named him Versacci (how she thought Versace was spelled) because he was a fancy cat. Most of the time I call him Saccmeister ("sotch-meister") or Saccminster Abbey.

Poor little Saccmeister.