I have lacked the fortitude to write in a more timely fashion, but if ever a living creature deserved a tribute, that creature was Chuck. Or, as referred to on his MANY prescription bottles, Chuck “Cat” Rosoff. Should a human called Chuck Rosoff have entered my home they thankfully would have been deterred from swallowing one of his pills. Chuck endured a truly impressive collection of challenges for the past few years. We spent an inordinate amount of time at treatment facilities receiving care from some of the most extraordinary people I’ve met. I have recommendations should anyone need them. Chuck was a champion throughout. My hero really. I was so proud of him and so proud to be able to call myself his ‘parent.’ But he was exhausted. We never lost the ability or desire to hold and comfort each other but his days had otherwise grown somber and clearly uncomfortable. One year to the day that his beautiful sister Lita Grey left us, so too did Chuck. They arrived and departed on the same calendar day. Nothing for me has ever elicited pure and perpetual joy in the way that he did. I am forever indebted to him. I am so damned lucky. Thank you my sweet boy. I love you.