About 10 days ago I picked up a yellow straggly bundle off the streets in a local town and called him Bob-Cat. I brought him to the local SPCA shelter (no-kill). He never whined or cried in the car during the ride - instead he gazed around and 'pruumpted' at me with a small little voice. His fur was matted and his tufts around his neck very dirty. His eyes were tired - but very kind.
Bob-Cat had kidney failure and crossed to the Bridge over this past weekend. There was no family to shed a tear for him,so I did so after leaving the shelter today. I had gone for a visit with him only to hear the news that he had passed.
So Bob-Cat, I hope and pray that you are running at the Bridge, playing with all the other lost angels there. You were beautiful, and I will be honored if you remember me when I pass.
Bob-Cat had kidney failure and crossed to the Bridge over this past weekend. There was no family to shed a tear for him,so I did so after leaving the shelter today. I had gone for a visit with him only to hear the news that he had passed.
So Bob-Cat, I hope and pray that you are running at the Bridge, playing with all the other lost angels there. You were beautiful, and I will be honored if you remember me when I pass.