Rest in peace, Biscuit. 2008 - August 17 2014. You were far and away the most charming and unique cat I've ever known, let alone the most beautiful. Your rolling chirp and cheep cheep squeaks were legendarily adorable and that yowl, an unnegotiable alarm clock. You taught me how to roll my tongue in just the right pitch for which I used Rurouni Kenshin as inspiration to learn to be able to have a nice chat. Those daily conversations were a bond exclusive to us which I will never forget.

Alas, your life was suddenly and inevitably cut far too short. You may have had a problem heart for yourself but you filled our hearts with limitless irreplaceable joy and companionship. I can't possibly quantify how much laughter you created. It's too much. You enjoyed with us many a cold winter's fire. Your sun-beam afternoon spot still has a dimple where I could greet you as a break from toil. You had 40 names all of which you astutely recognized, one for each of your notoriously ridiculous quirks you always ran with, knowing we couldn't resist the ultimate tummy rubs and tiny white paws kneading the air, or using the upside-down-tucked-paws technique and flipping upright mandating we follow, being the clever tease, a born performance artist.

Every time the wind jostles the door to my studio I turn, but nothing is there. Usually it was you plowing through it demanding the best of me. My heart is rent asunder. I will never again have a best friend quite like you. I will miss you dearly, the smallest creature upside-down jumper jumper warbler wiggle tail tiny bear, baker of all the biscuits in the world. I don't cry, but for you I weep. I've never experienced such magnitude of sadness as losing you. I acutely miss feeding you and tickling you into wiggles and purrs. My plastic bags are left hole-less because you can't have fun biting them anymore.

Who now will meow me awake and scratch my chair in the morning? My wife and your mother, Nightingale (Lady meow), are excellent therapists and I thank them immensely. Lady, while comparatively sparse, is just the outlet I need. Her meows are equally legendary and her beauty something to behold. I don't call her Lady without a good reason.

Be free little tiny bear. Be free and bite the bags of infinity for me.