Biscuit, a Good Cat
RIP, Biscuit, the large one-eyed orange cat. He was a good companion for many years, moving with me to various locales without a complaint. Diabetes and old age (12?) were the culprits. He was mercifully dispatched by a caring vet and among friends.
He spent the last few years down the street from us most of the time, mainly with a family whose children pretty much adopted him. Being an “only cat” made it difficult for him to get along with our other animals. We still considered him part of our family, though, as did the many people on our street who fed him. He would nap on a different porch each day, which, for a cat, has to be pretty close to paradise.
I’m not sure what kitty-heaven is like, but if it’s any better for cats than this world, I’d like a shot at it.
So long, old pal.
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