I lost Jester in August, after he was diagnosed with hyperactive thyroid. I took him in to find him a home, in February 1996, but he made his home with me. We shared five different homes together, and he became a mirror of my own personality - childish, talkative, laid back, lazy and sociable. He was fun to have around, and was the most constant friend I've had in my life. We argued, sulked, and annoyed each other, but at the end of the day, he was alwasy there for me, and I for him. He began the day yelling in my ear for food, and ended it asleep at the end of my bed. He died in my arms, and he has left a mark on me that will never be erased. The place is too quiet without him, and there is a big, scruffy cat-shaped gap in my life where he used to be. Life might go on, but he will never be forgotten. Sleep well, my greatest of friends, you will always be in my heart.