Like the needle on a sewing machine, he was in and out in no time at all. He was an expert in his field and was admired by young and old. His name was Charlie and this is his story... Charlie did not have a long life in fact he died when he was sixteen but in this short time, he became a legend. He was always swift and it was this that made him …showed first 75 words of 708 total…

…showed last 75 words of 708 total…ingredients flowed gently into his bloodstream. It was truly time for him to take his final flight. Where he was destined to end up is unknown to everyone except him. Wether heaven or hell he would make the most of it in his own individual way. His own flight path if you like. Fly free my friend. Fly free. The End P.S. There is one more thing you should know. Charlie was my cat.