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Post by Paws on Jan 21, 2013 9:31:22 GMT 12.75
Cuba (BaBa) came to us with three others as new borns some sixteen years ago. He was part Burmese and was with his blood sister. I called the group the Fantastic Four from the start. He was the runt, terribly puny, but the happiest little turd I ever saw shaped like a kitten. He couldn't hold down his food or digest anything but it never got him down and he never quit trying. We got him to the vet and found that he had an intestinal viral infection as well as parasites. Doc conjured up a cure after reading measuring, weighing, and looking at his blood cells and stool samples. First time I ever saw him get excited was on the window sill at the vets office and he was so happy it was almost like he knew he was going to be helped. Back home that day Kenny, my life long friend picked him up and cradled him and sang to him. He purred and drifted off to sleep. From then on anytime Kenny called me and Cuba heard him he would rub his face on the phone, purr and meow until Kenny either talked to him or I held him and let him listen to us. Immediate purrs. I will never ever forget him. He taught me about joy. He never ever had a down day no matter how miserable he should have been.
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Post by Paws on Mar 15, 2013 7:45:38 GMT 12.75
My birthdays will now forever be a sad reminder of losing him. I am so thankfull for having known him.
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Post by Toby Benoit on Mar 15, 2013 9:02:37 GMT 12.75
Our critters is family, Phil. Once they touch our hearts that way, you know the Lord will allow them to greet us in Heaven!
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