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This was my tabby cat, Jezebel. I was 3 years old when my family adopted her in 2003. She was the sweetest cat in the world, but I was always afraid of animals and didn't overcome that fear until I was around 7. She was very close with my older brother, who left for college when I was around 12. Ever since then, she and I were best friends! I loved her so much! She didn't talk a lot, was very calm and she was ALWAYS purring and I know that she loved me. However, two years ago, she developed jaw cancer and as eating and drinking gradually became more and more difficult for her. I was in school one day last year when my dad texted me saying that the people cleaning our house found her and she appeared to be having a stroke and that I'd have to say goodbye to her when I got home. I cried through all of my classes and I just remember SPRINTING from my bus stop to my house, barging through the door and asking where she was, and giving her all of the love, hugs and kisses that one could imagine. I stayed next to her for hours until my dad came home and had to take her to the vet to put her down. We cremated her ashes and put them in one of her favorite spots to sit.
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Grieving was very hard for me and my family, and we believed that we should get a new kitty about a month afterwards. We drove two hours to adopt Mr. Pinkerton. We call him Pink and Pinkers for short. He is a purebred ocicat, which is the rare mix of a siamese and abyssinian. I've loved him from the moment we adopted him. He was very nervous when he first adopted him, which made my dad worry that he would be a terrible cat. I insisted that he was just scared and that he would eventually grow onto us, and he didn't believe me. However, I was right! I tried to spend every moment with him possible in order to make him feel more comfortable in our house (I even played Mozart for him because that's supposed to calm cats down, lol) and now he is such a sweet, affectionate and entertaining kitty! He is very active, talkative and goes crazy over literally everything (one time i put a piece of paper in front of him and he ripped it to shreds). He headbutts me, gives me love bites and loves to cuddle!View media item 419916
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Grieving was very hard for me and my family, and we believed that we should get a new kitty about a month afterwards. We drove two hours to adopt Mr. Pinkerton. We call him Pink and Pinkers for short. He is a purebred ocicat, which is the rare mix of a siamese and abyssinian. I've loved him from the moment we adopted him. He was very nervous when he first adopted him, which made my dad worry that he would be a terrible cat. I insisted that he was just scared and that he would eventually grow onto us, and he didn't believe me. However, I was right! I tried to spend every moment with him possible in order to make him feel more comfortable in our house (I even played Mozart for him because that's supposed to calm cats down, lol) and now he is such a sweet, affectionate and entertaining kitty! He is very active, talkative and goes crazy over literally everything (one time i put a piece of paper in front of him and he ripped it to shreds). He headbutts me, gives me love bites and loves to cuddle!View media item 419916
Cats can be an important part of the family. Sorry for your loss of Jezebel. 
