She was a pound kitty. She didn't like be held but she did like going outside on her leash. She walked me I didn't walk her. She got me through some hard time. My Mom died and we were homeless for some time. She stayed in the van except whem I could afford a motel room I finally got a job and we both got a nice room. She at better than I did at times. Money was short and she always had food. She will be sourly missed. She was my reason for comming home in the mornings after work. She would meet me at the door waiting for her morning meal, |
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