Wallowing in self-pity... I lost my baby, my cat, Sir. Lipper. It had just turned December 16th and I was at a friend's house. My mom called saying he had died of a heart attack. He was eight and the best cat in the world. He had gorgeous green eyes that sparked with life and a pelt of a lion cub. He had the raspiest voice and the cutest tail swish. But those eyes of his. Like jade. Sir. Lipper was not only my pet, but my own baby. Part of me was lost with him, but I know the will of God and so be it.