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April 26th 2011 5:59 pm
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At the grand old age of 21 years and 4 months, my constant companion for 1/3 of my life went to the bridge. He just could not stand one morning and I knew it was time. There was never a more loyal cat. He will always be missed. I have had 2 cats since but none live up to half his personality. They never fitted in to the family dynamics. One I put up for adoption and the other is still here. But for me there will be others but none like you my dearest friend, my beautiful Khashmir.
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