My cat snickers passed away early Friday morning. I found her laying in my back yard looking as peacefull as could be. I don't know if she suffered at all. If she did, I hope it was quick and short. Either way, I'm glad she's in a land of warm laps, toasty sunshine, hills of yarn in every color, and mountains of soft fluffy pillows with rivers and lakes of milk full of tasty fish. where flocks of mice roam free, and endless fields of catnip and self opening tuna cans grow. Oh! And a giant self cleaning litter box.