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October 21st 2007 3:17 pm
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I got sick the beginning of October 07. I was fat and healthy one day and down to skin and bones the next. Mom took me to the vet and they did a bunch of tests and stuff. The vet said he didn't know why I'd gotten so skinny. A week later on October 16th I just couldn't go on any more and passed to the Bridge. Mom and dad cried. I used to sit in dad's arm every night while he sat on the couch; I think he will miss me the most. Now I'm with my sister Smidgie and my other pals at the Bridge. I'm no longer tired or arthritic. I feel like a kid again. I heard mom and dad say when they buried me that they would never forger me and I believe that. They love their kitties. Off to chase Rainbows and Butterflies.
January 8th 2006 7:28 pm
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I'm getting old, Soon to be 14 and I love to sit and watch the world. I'm grouchy and grumpy at times but geez, who wouldn't be at my age. And those younger brothers and sisters. They tear around like a bunch of maniacs and just don't understand that an ol gal needs her sleep! My favorite spot is to curl up in the crook of dad's arm when he naps on the couch at night. I've always done that and it's comfy and warm. He will keep the youngsters away from me and if he doesn't, I'll just hiss at them. That does it every time!
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