A month after my grandfather passed, i was walking to the mailbox, oddly enough thinking of him. That is when i heard a kitten cry. He was a scrawny orange kitten that had been abondoned by his mother, obviously he was the runt of the litter. I took him home and bottle fed him until he was old enough to eat on hi own. Sadly, just a year later, he was taken by leukemia. But he helped me get through my grandfather's death and although he is gone I will always remember my little Aravis.
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3/22/06 at 9:50am