In Honor of:

It has been truely hard these past few weeks after Ashley's passing (The General, aka Sir Ashley III). We adopted him from a woman that was moving to an apartment building that would not allow her to keep him. The woman was elderly and the move was forced upon her because of finances.

Ashley earned his Nick name, "The General" because he cared for and kept the other cats in line. We have, had three cats. One is an escape artist. He knows to hang right at the corner of the door when people are coming in or out of the house, he is extremly quick. When ever he would escape and then caught, Ashley would chase him around the house and smack him right on the behind. He would then lay on and wash the offender untill he felt that all outside contaminates were washed away.

One day in particular, escapee had escaped unnoticed untill he ran across a strange cat in the yard. Growling and hissing erupted in the backyard. Ashley who was sitting at me feet leaped up and ran straight through the sliding screen door, taking it off it's hinges and wedging between the patio and the ceiling. He ran straight for the intruding cat and ran him off saving peach's dairy air. You see Peaches is a lover not a fighter.

When our other cat Oreo was dying, he never left her side. When we brought her home to bury her, Ashley kissed her paws.

Ashley was a very special cat. I have a million and one memories for which I am thankful for. Though we may bring another cat into our home and it will have it's own special personality for us to love, there can never be another one like our General. He and Oreo are laying side by side under a beautiful oak tree in our back yard. Oreo's tombstone is a beautiful cross my husband made with her name on it and Ashley's is a large beautiful stone that is oddly shaped like a cat's head, which also bares his name. I felt it fitting since Ashley was steadfast and solid just like that stone.

We love you Ashley, Thank you for giving us a good life...

Vital