"Simon's gone."
I hate emails that start like that, because it means a friend is no longer with us.
Dusty has lost his wingcat.
Hit by a car on the highway in front of our house.
Wife and daughter saw his body on the way to school.
I brought him back, wrapped in a t-shirt and we buried him in the fields out behind our home.
He was our oldest and the most dignified of cats--never bullied, never shoved anybody out of the way for food. We rescued him from the pound in Newport News, huddled in the back corner of his cage, surrounded by barking dogs--$25 for shots and tags and he was ours. My daughter grew up with him.
He loved the outdoors and died a free soul.
He will be missed.
Dusty
Gunner! Bring your troops to Attention and Present Paws!
Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance
sing a spark to the Great Hunting Ground and Tennis Ball Chasing Facility at
Piddler's Green.
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May 13 2013, 09:20 AM
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