I'm chatting with my friend Amanda right now, and our conversation turned to our pets. Sure enough I started talking about Pumpkin (and tearing up in the process)...
"Believe me, I understand. I still think about Pumpkin from time to time, my grandmother's cat. He was full grown when I was brought home from the hospital as a newborn and we had our fight and scratch moments in my childhood, but while he only took crap for so long (and he was VERY PATIENT), he was very loving too. When I was sick and Grandma took care of me, Pumpkin would curl up right beside me.
When Grandma passed away (summer I was 13) we inherited Pumpkin because no one else wanted him. We already had a house full of cats, but I'm a lifetime cat lover so I didn't mind. He was sweet as ever, this time without the fights since I was older.
He lived till I was 14 or 15. I'd known my guardian angel in cat form ALL MY LIFE!"
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