Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Perhaps
My cat, Pony, died. I have his ashes here with me in England. I like to joke, "he's the first cat I brought over". Tonight I finally really mourned him and cried. No, I wept for the loss of him, for the beauty of him, and for the absence of him. How can you ever replace your first kitty love?
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3 comments:
*hugs Sue*
I'm so sorry, honey. Pony was a fabulous cat, and much loved.
Poor kitty. I can't imagine what I'll feel when one of my girls die.
Ahhh dude, I'm so sorry to hear about Pony!! He was such a cutie. I know how you feel, when I lost Dickers I thought I was going to cry myself dry. love xomargeo
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