We had to have my cat put down today. He was a good fella. A manx, so unique to begin with. We got him when I was 3 and a half or so. I named him Nicky, after myself. He came to be known as Fatcat, though. He was 21 or maybe older, our neighbors found him in the woods when he was a kitten.
Love and pets suck.
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Sorry to hear about your cat. Sounds like he lived a long happy life 21 years...and from the sound of it...he was well loved.
In Christ,
Gregg
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