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August 26, 2011 - Nikki Younk
I consider myself fortunate to have so many wonderful pets in my life. Sure, none of them are actually my own, but I’ve come to love each of them as I would a member of my own family.
Unfortunately, when you love a pet, you open yourself up to the emotional pain that comes with losing that pet. It will eventually die and you’ll be forced to say goodbye.
Earlier today, I said goodbye to a very special feline companion — Big Man.
He came to us on March 1, 2007 as a stray. After hearing some pitiful meowing, we discovered a skinny, adult tuxedo cat in the crawl space underneath our house. He had obviously been someone’s pet at some point, as he was neutered and front de-clawed. However, no one ever responded to our ads to reclaim him. We concluded that he had been abandoned.
Under our care, he grew into a gentle giant (with quite the emphasis on “giant”) that loved to bask in sunlight, snuggle with one of our younger cats, and steal food from the plates of his unsuspecting humans. I'm glad we were able to provide him a home during his twilight years.
Sadly, over the past few months, he started a slow decline. He became lethargic, started twitching, and lost a frightening amount of weight. We tried treating him the best we could, but he was ready to go. So we let him go.
I’ll miss him terribly.
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