Well, here I am again, posting about loss and love. Some of you know secondhand about my cat, Pukha. He earned his name as a kitten - named for that Irish spirit that inhabits animals and inspires them to mischief. Today, Pukha died in a sudden and unexpected accident. Apparently, he had gotten spooked by my neighbor's dog and raced up a tree,
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Yep. Almost downy enough to spin into yarn, if only it were a little longer. I've tied off and clipped a lock of it to keep.
Thanks Ann.
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I will miss him racing me up the stairs just for the chance I might have a hand free while I brushed my teeth.
Aw, what a love bug. I am so sad for you.
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Thanks Lady B. :)
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I'm glad you have pictures of him, what a lovely, snuggly little tank. :D Thank you for sharing some of his personality, what a joy to have called him yours (or he called you his!). May he find rest and lots of adventure in that fully staffed, cat heaven in the sky! :)
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lovely, snuggly little tank.
Yep, exactly. He'd curl up on my chest and I could barely breathe... and barely an ounce of fat on him. His littermate brother who was a little more than half his weight bossed him around. Big ole putty tat.
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I'm so sorry - my thoughts are with you.
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I believe he is... supervising. :P He loved to sit in my lap and just kind of hang out when I was at the laptop. Made it a little hard to see the screen sometimes, though.
I'm so sorry - my thoughts are with you.
Thanks EL.
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{{{hugs}}}
Wonderful pictures of him - that last has always been my favorite.
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{{{hugs}}}
*hugs back hard* Thanks G.
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Hang in there, dear. {{{hugs}}} (I still tear up every time I think of it, I can't imagine how it is for you!)
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