The vet found the tumour back in December, and you weren't supposed to make it through the New Year. Yet, being the tough old lady, you held out until nearly Midsummer, just to make sure you had summer again, didn't you? We had 14 really good years together, and we will all miss you, Panny. Except maybe the chipmunks, but they started it, didn't they?
Logan has settled in and brought me a bat the other day. You never brought me a bat, but you knew I liked bats. Bluey has lost weight and is a serious catnip junkie now. Worse than you ever were! And Agatha... dear sweet Agatha. Where has she gone? She disappeared after you died, and no one's seen her since. I'm doubly sad now, to lose both of you so close together! I keep checking all her hiding places, shut she's nowhere to be found. Please, Panny, keep an eye out for her, and send her home! (Logan and Bluey are two adult shelter cats I adopted soon after Pandora's "death sentence" back in December)
And I must thank you for the chipmunk you scared to death the day after you died (it was right on the doorstep, where you always left them). It was rather small and puny, not up to your usual standard, but I appreciate the effort!
Pandora has gone on to the Eternal Summerlands, in pursuit of the legion of chipmunks she sent on before her. Rest easy, old girl.