Greta
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His name was Eggs, more often known as Eggo,named by me in the car on the way home from the egg ranch where we gothim. He always had the loudest purr. We used to joke that he ate aBoeing 747 when he was a kitten. I have pictures of me when I wasaround four, sitting with him in front of the fireplace. I had a biggrin on my face. He, in the awkward position cats find themselves inwhen being held by a little kid, was not grinning.
We were friends from the instant we saw each other. He was sitting on astack of egg cartons, purring. Back then, though, it only sounded likea Cessna. Then, a few months ago, we found out he had cancer. He wasnever himself again, and last week, he just went downhill. We finallydecided to give him his wings on Monday. It was one of the hardestthings I've ever done. Only now can I think of him without breakingdown and crying.
Rest in peace, my sweet boy. Until we meet again.:rose::rainbow:
We were friends from the instant we saw each other. He was sitting on astack of egg cartons, purring. Back then, though, it only sounded likea Cessna. Then, a few months ago, we found out he had cancer. He wasnever himself again, and last week, he just went downhill. We finallydecided to give him his wings on Monday. It was one of the hardestthings I've ever done. Only now can I think of him without breakingdown and crying.
Rest in peace, my sweet boy. Until we meet again.:rose::rainbow:
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