He was the sweetest, happiest most gentle and loving creature on earth. He deserved his full share of nine lives but he only got nine years. I had hoped that the operation would grant him one more summer but it was not to be. I am however eternally grateful to have shared those years with him. The few demands he made of me were returned many times over with spirited affection and playfulness.
Having been a great comfort to Rasta in his final days, Sam now follows my every step inquiring vociferously of his whereabouts. No doubt he understood Rasta's discomfort but now cannot understand that the brother from whom he has never been seperated since birth will not be returning. Though there is an emptiness in our home now, Rasta's spirit will live on in Sam and our memories.
2 comments:
Dude, cats do have many lives. He'll come back to you in another. Just don't think of that the next time you go to land a Striper.
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