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He was such a beautiful a beautiful cat. I feel terrible about how he had passed and that I couldn't put him down or be there for him the moment he died.
I remember finding him the day he was born under my sisters bed when she was one or two years old. He was the first one I had grabbed when my parents found out the next day after I said something. He was tiger stripped of course so we named him Tigger or Tiggy for short. Born with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. He was always happy and I remember when we had gotten him neutered and his shots. He had his head on the floor because the vet we used to go to sent him home while he was still drugged up. He looked like a drunk who passed out sitting up.
Then I remember when him and his brother Pooh bear wanted to live outside. I wasn't too keen on it but I was insisted they'll remember where we live.
When we moved I was worried about when I didn't seen them, then a day after, they both had followed. Which they new where home was and where their family was. At this time we had them who was about 6 or 7 years now.
Long story short...he was a good hunter who always left dead birds or squirrels at our door step as an accomplishment and a proud cat. I will always love and miss him as my last words to him were. "No matter where you are, we will always hold you into our hearts, no matter where you will be, we will always love you." It was so heartbreaking for me when I found him. I do not regret cradling him in my arms crying. I am feeling the guilt that I could not afford for the vet put him to sleep and I'll always regret that.
I remember finding him the day he was born under my sisters bed when she was one or two years old. He was the first one I had grabbed when my parents found out the next day after I said something. He was tiger stripped of course so we named him Tigger or Tiggy for short. Born with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. He was always happy and I remember when we had gotten him neutered and his shots. He had his head on the floor because the vet we used to go to sent him home while he was still drugged up. He looked like a drunk who passed out sitting up.
Then I remember when him and his brother Pooh bear wanted to live outside. I wasn't too keen on it but I was insisted they'll remember where we live.
When we moved I was worried about when I didn't seen them, then a day after, they both had followed. Which they new where home was and where their family was. At this time we had them who was about 6 or 7 years now.
Long story short...he was a good hunter who always left dead birds or squirrels at our door step as an accomplishment and a proud cat. I will always love and miss him as my last words to him were. "No matter where you are, we will always hold you into our hearts, no matter where you will be, we will always love you." It was so heartbreaking for me when I found him. I do not regret cradling him in my arms crying. I am feeling the guilt that I could not afford for the vet put him to sleep and I'll always regret that.