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Whiskers
Whiskers:
a gentle handsome cat who I loved for 12 years. We took him in as
a kitten off the streets of Brooklyn, NY, when he was just about 8
weeks
old, a little orange ball of fur, who was very playful. We brought him
to
Staten Island, where a young boy named him, but I was the one who took
him
to the doctor every time he got sick or injured. I moved but still
worked
there twice a week or more, and became attached to him. We slept
together,
esp. because he would get in fights with cats outside and eventually
had a
problem with his liver. He would sleep with his head on my pillow, or
sleep
on my chest. He was very gentle, good with children and handicapped
children. He had a unique personality, all his own, I think I was the
main
one who appreciated him. He had light green eyes and a pink nose. |
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He
devoured his raw food, which I started making in 1998. He was on
homeopathy
for his liver and other problems, since then too. He liked to go
outside and
roll on the cement, and sit on the chair on the porch. He liked to sit
in
backyard among the trees. He wasn't that friendly with cats in the
neighborhood, but was with the 2 kittens that came to live there at
different times. I always made sure when they sprayed for mosquitoes
in wake
of the West Nile Virus scare, that he was safe inside with windows
closed. I
cleaned up after him. Others there did not like to clean up after him
and
when he started vomiting, they took him away, without warning. I was
devastated, as I had the next homeopathic remedy in my hand. It was
awful.
HR said he's in a good home, that's all she knew. PB knew and to this
day
won't tell me anything. Seems like she started to bring it up a couple
times
and changed the subject. I was depressed for a year. I miss Whiskers
and
hope he knew I loved him. I feel like I let him down. I hope to see
him
again.
Thanks. Carrie
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