Callie - a different kind of scar
April 11, 1983 - March 12, 2002
Callie was my constant companion for 19 years. Born on my brother's birthday, she lived in the same house her entire life. When I first saw that little kitten with no tail, I knew there was something special about her. I almost regret having her neutered as she was never able to pass on those sweet characteristics. She would always be there to greet me when I came home and would always have the saddest look in her eyes when I left. She was family. Her passing has left a void in my heart that is equal to the passing of any of my relatives. She will be sorely missed. Today would have been her 22nd birthday.
posted by Unknown at 4/11/2005 11:36:00 AM
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As a lifelong cat owner, I really understand about losing one. It doesn't matter how long they've been there, they'll always be missed. One of my favorites--well, they all are in one way or another--was killed at 8 months by a car; most of the rest have lived well, although my ex-wife and I had a nasty time with feline leukemia in the 80s. But I love having cats in my life and even if they're going to leave before I do, life without them would be barren and without pleasure.
Just the mere thought of losing one of my cats or my dog fills me with sadness. I have never got over the pets I have lost in the past, they left little marks on my heart. My oldest cat is around 16, I hope she makes it to at least 25.
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