When I was about 15 years old, I lived in an apartment in Queens NY with my mother and sister. We owned 5 cats, all outdoor. I loved all of them, but my favorite was my beautiful Tabby "Butch Cassidy". Me and Butchie would play for hours. He was a big mellow mush, the sweetest little boy. Well long story short, my family had to move to a different apartment. When I came home from school, I found that my mother had given away all of my cats. I was devastated and crying and asked her how she could do that to me, and to them. She was crying too, and she told me that she knew I would not accept her giving them away, and our new apartment did not allow pets, so this was the easiest way to do it. I was mad at her for a very long time after that. I have often thought about those cats, and most especially my beautiful Butchie. The connection to that cat is so strong that just writing about this now 30 years later brings tears to my eyes. I now have 2 cats, and my Hobbs has the same exact personality as Butch. I sometimes wonder if Hobbs is Butch reincarnated. I have asked my 5 cats from the past on many occasions to forgive me for not being able to hold onto them, but the whole thing still upsets me. I promise Butch, in my mind, that I will be the best care provider for all my pets, 2 cats, and 3 dogs, to honor his beautiful memory.
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1/2/06 at 3:31pm