birded
Sitting on the front steps
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- 6/15/10
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Last month we lost our beautiful red cat, Chigger, to cancer. He was 14, and our CAG Harley had known him all her life.
The first morning he was gone, Harley woke up and--as usual--called, "Chigger! Chigger!"
No answer.
Harley was quiet all morning. Then in the middle of the day she flew down to the floor, walked to the corner where his food dish used to be, and said, "Meow? Meow?"
I got down on the floor with her and said, "All gone Chigger."
She looked at me very intently for a long minute. Then she flew back up to her cage and was still for a long time.
I know she misses him just as much as I do.
The first morning he was gone, Harley woke up and--as usual--called, "Chigger! Chigger!"
No answer.
Harley was quiet all morning. Then in the middle of the day she flew down to the floor, walked to the corner where his food dish used to be, and said, "Meow? Meow?"
I got down on the floor with her and said, "All gone Chigger."
She looked at me very intently for a long minute. Then she flew back up to her cage and was still for a long time.
I know she misses him just as much as I do.