Richard Parker was acting out of sorts when I visited my adopted family at Christmas. His mom was worried about his lethargy. He simply wasn’t his usual commanding self. I went in to see my buddy, and he lifted his head for few pets and gave me a purr. He looked at me through slitted eyes and nuzzled my hand. But his usual robustness was gone. This was the fellow who always gave me a purr-rumph and came quickly when I called, « Where’s my Friend? » He was the one who sat on his Stanford blanket between us when we ate spaghetti off tv trays and watched The Walking Dead. When I stayed the night on a cot in the living room, it was Parker who slept alongside me, moving up to bump my hand should I awake from a curious dream. He was his momma’s boy, but he made sure to care for…
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Sorry about your loss. Will you be getting another cat. Around Christmas time of all times. At least it wasn’t on Christmas or before. Then there is never a good time to lose a pet.
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Thank you. It’s not my cat but a reblog of an article I found really beautiful. When i loose an animal I take another one because there are lot of pets who need a new home in rescues
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You seem like a good person. Must be if you like animals.
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Thank you 🙂
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Always hard to lose a pet.
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I lost one yesterday 😥
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