07/20/94 - 02/03/07. Richard died of lymphoma. He was sweet and affectionate. He had a tiny little voice; he would squeak out a "row" every now and then. He was six years old when I met my partner; in her arms he began to purr like a chainsaw and practically never quit. He was a string cat; he'd walk around the house with a string in his mouth and sing his own praises. It hurts so much to have lost him.