it iz widda heavy hart dat i report to u dat mi grate frend atlas (at’) haz made hiz way to da bridge. i hav known at’ since da dayz uv catster wen i became frendz wid him an hiz wunnerful dad, greg-o. dey helped mi mom an me figyer owt all da inz-an-owtz uv da website an had fun playin wid us wile teechin us important stuff. az u can see, at’ wuzza grate yankeez fan, even tho he wuz supposed to be a giantz fan. dat’z wut i call a frend! dis iz wut greg-o rote to mi mom:
“It’s been a tough couple of weeks but his health was in decline and I couldn’t have him suffer any longer. He crossed the bridge laying on his Jeter blanket, in a sunbeam, and slightly cranky.”
i know at’ wuz greg-o’z bes frend an i know dat wuzza hard decision fer him to make. 17 yeerz izza a good long life fer a hansum mancat … an i know at’ hadda grate life (even after da invasion uv dat little blurp, holly!)
at’ iz now wid hiz brudder, mr. shaver, an mi brudder whitey ford. i know dey ar havin fun an playin sum ball!
it’z da top uv da 1st fer atlas … i will join him in da bottom uv da 9th.