Spotty
Spot was one fine cat. He went over the bridge on 8/24/06. I'll be picking up his ashes tomorrow. He was loud, goofy and sweet. He made a nest in my hair and slept on my head every night.
He was deaf, and deafeningly loud and had a comment on everything. It's way too quiet.
I stupidly went to Sav-A-Pet a couple weeks after he died looking specifically for a very loud orange and white kitten. Of course I didn't find him. I'll never find him again. Oh well.
Miss ya, Spot. You were a fun-cat.
He was deaf, and deafeningly loud and had a comment on everything. It's way too quiet.
I stupidly went to Sav-A-Pet a couple weeks after he died looking specifically for a very loud orange and white kitten. Of course I didn't find him. I'll never find him again. Oh well.
Miss ya, Spot. You were a fun-cat.
posted by April at 2:31 PM
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I feel for you, and Adios, Spotenzi. Will you scatter in bucolic Elysium, or do you need me to find an Oscar Madison-shaped urn?
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