Hellen. I'm so sorry. I, too, lost a kitty, Toast, to CHF. You gave Shadow the final, most difficult gift: peace and comfort and healing at the Bridge and a heart full of love to carry with him. Hurts beyond measure, though.
You know, he will always be your Shadow. There, just out of sight. Just around the corner. Maybe over there in the movement of a curtain or that unusual sound in the hall. Keeping watch on those he loves. Sometimes, you may even catch a fleeting glimpse of your Shadow. It will be him. For a moment. Reassuring you that all is well. He is well.
Safe passage, Shadow. My thoughts, Hellen.
Marilyn