Today we had our beloved cat Tex put to sleep. He escaped a coyote in single combat, didn't care for cattle, acted as Head of Household Security for fifteen years, and loved us.
Maeror mortis conturbat nos.
Friday, August 04, 2006
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Aawww. I'm sorry, Carolyn. Poor Tex. Was he sick?
Yeah. He had cancer. :-(
I'm sorry, Carolyn :(.
Let me tell you about a cat I had once ... I don't know that I ever told you about her. I was a little girl living up in the mountains, and my cat's name was Snuggles, which didn't fit her at all, because she would scratch a Doberman dog on the nose. She was rather a watch-cat, full of spunk, and once she unexpectedly had four kittens. One day Snuggles went off another one of her expeditions and never came back ... I bet she took on a mountain lion, or got injured and couldn't return over the mountains, or something. But she was a little cat who thought she was a lion, and she was my cat, and I missed her.
Anyway ... I'm sorry about Tex. It was so good to talk to you on IM the other day!
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