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He looked like a cat my wife saved from her irresponsible brother. Abbey was named after the PBS show as it was the rage at the time. She was very attached to my wife as she would take a short nap after supper and Abby would be right on top of her. Abby lived two and a half years longer than my wife. My wife got the urn with the cremains of six other cats and wanted Abby. I assured Sally that Abby will be with my casket and will be right next to her when I die. Abby was very loving to me too though not in the same way as Sally. She used to watch Sally cook. She had no intent of scarfing food and didn't like people food. She just liked to watch Sally cook and do her chores. I have no pets now because I don't want anything that could outlive me. Would be a pain to deal with, with my daughter. I don't want to do that to her.

Kurt
 
Thanks guys. Fifteen years ago, I got a call from the Vet on a local military post they they captured a litter of kittens on post and would keep them and their mother for 30 days but would have to euthanize them if someone did not adopt them. George and his mother were the only ones left at the end of 30 days. His mom was too feral to adopt. George was close. My wife told me to get him so I did. He always had a wild side but he loved us either way. I will miss him meeting me at the door and pawing at me to pet him. RIP George.
 
Thanks guys. Fifteen years ago, I got a call from the Vet on a local military post they they captured a litter of kittens on post and would keep them and their mother for 30 days but would have to euthanize them if someone did not adopt them. George and his mother were the only ones left at the end of 30 days. His mom was too feral to adopt. George was close. My wife told me to get him so I did. He always had a wild side but he loved us either way. I will miss him meeting me at the door and pawing at me to pet him. RIP George.
I always knew Bridgett was the smart one! You gave a good life to George for 15 years and it sounds like he helped you out at times too. We have been blessed by our feral-ish cats becoming domesticated very quickly. Our current cat, Olive, hates being held but isn't violent - just not happy about being contained. She came from a rest stop while my wife was coming back home from Georgia - likely would not have lasted much longer based on weight and traffic. She loves being combed and I've trained her to give high-5's on command most of the time. She used to be 'my' cat, but after our other good boy passed, she has taken to my wife more in general.

Animals bring out the humanity in people, I believe. A good friend just adopted a dog and I am hopeful that once my brother retires from his current on-call job he will be able to adopt a creature or two of some sort.

Thanks for saving George.

Sandy.
 
I always knew Bridgett was the smart one! You gave a good life to George for 15 years and it sounds like he helped you out at times too. We have been blessed by our feral-ish cats becoming domesticated very quickly. Our current cat, Olive, hates being held but isn't violent - just not happy about being contained. She came from a rest stop while my wife was coming back home from Georgia - likely would not have lasted much longer based on weight and traffic. She loves being combed and I've trained her to give high-5's on command most of the time. She used to be 'my' cat, but after our other good boy passed, she has taken to my wife more in general.

Animals bring out the humanity in people, I believe. A good friend just adopted a dog and I am hopeful that once my brother retires from his current on-call job he will be able to adopt a creature or two of some sort.

Thanks for saving George.

Sandy.

Thank you Sandy.
 
Sorry to hear about your cat. I know mine is an important part of my life, and it will hurt when he's gone.
 
I am so sorry you lost your friend, today of all days. Every Christmas after today will be a reminder of your loss of him, remember the best of him and even the worst of him.
Smile and remember him at his best. I wish I could say it gets better, time eases the pain, but never the memory.
Too many cats to name, and a few canines as well. I still remember the pain of the loss to my Little Boots, my Border Collie at 12 years old.
 
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