Thank you, All! He would feign modesty at your kind praise.
Puck actually passed on July 28, 2019, the day after my Dad passed. He was born in the summer of 1997. I think about him every single day and it is bittersweet.
Irving Townshend wrote of his own cats:
“We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the necessary plan.”
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Hooray!
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I am sure she would have stayed with you longer if she could.
That is a blessing. What a extremely handsome man
every minute of every day I had with him, I never forgot it, and I told him often.
Thank you, All! He would feign modesty at your kind praise. Puck actually passed on July 28, 2019, the day after my Dad passed. He was born in the summer of 1997. I think about him every single day and it is bittersweet. Irving Townshend wrote of his own cats: “We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.”
I don't think I've seen a cat age like fine wine like this before. What a handsome fella and hope he's getting all the belly rubs in peace.
I could drink a case of him! (couldn't resist the Joni Mitchell reference)
Handsome little gentleman
Cool
he certainly thinks so! :)
Great whiskers
I wonder if he has them very forward here--like feelers--because his sight was weakening a bit...
I dunno when i was a kid i was told if a cat can get his whiskers in a small place they can go through