| Lymphoma took Hawthorne's life after a quick but valiant battle. He was an absolute love to the very end, purring as he lost his struggle. He is deeply missed every single day, his purring and kneading, his funny little meow, drinking from cups on the table, walking on us at night, and head-butting us to get his pettings. Hawthorne loved everyone and everything he met and truly was one of a kind. There will never be another Hawthorne. |