Who would have thought that the crazy wild cat who would go "wokka wokka" (Janet's words) as she ran about the house would become the sedate animal who would let Anthony love her as much as he wanted? Yet somehow she did. She tolerated handstands (once), being carried around like a baby (repeatedly) and even being draped over Anthony's shoulder and twirled. She was an amazing pet.Time caught up with her and her time finally came. When I tried to explain it to Anthony I wasn't sure exactly how. I knew the starting point, kitty old and sick. I knew the ending point, Heaven. The path I wasn't sure about. I started off with a reminder that she was old and sick, and that I was going to take her to the doctor to get medicine. At that point Anthony interrupted me and said, "So she won't die?" Ooh, so backwards. He misses her a lot at this point. We're planning on getting a new cat in January. Anthony, of course, wants a new cat NOW. "But I need a cat to play with!"
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I'm so sorry to hear that. I didn't realize she was so old. RIP Tigger.
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