"Not Overwight : Undertall," Garfield
December 30th 2008 6:39 am
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Tosh... what can I say.
You were never mine (as if a cat can belong to anyone), but I loved you. You were my sister, there for me since before I had been born. It was always something to see a cat who weighed in excess of twenty pounds chasing the kitten or jumping up onto the bed- you were definitely full of surprises!
Later, when you were diagnosed with a hyper thyroid and went from being my "fatty" to skin and bones, barely tipping the scale, I still loved you. You could get up on the bed easier, and when we started feeding you more (and better), you found your voice. I decided today there's nothing more empty than a house without you meowing for your breakfast in it.
And then we left for the holidays; you stayed home, sick, thin and sixteen years old (but still loved). When mum came home early, you were there waiting for her, meowing for your breakfast in all likelihood. She's sure you waited for her before you went to the bridge.
If you did, thank you for holding out so long. Because down here...
We love you.
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