If you don’t have pets, don’t try to understand why these little ball of furs are like family. For as long I can remember, I always had at least one cat in my life. It started with Charlemagne, my first cat… I was 5 or 6. Cute little black cat, that smelled awful! After a good bath, it became a gray cat and oh boy was it hungry. Oh how happy was I! Charlemagne and I did everything together, he was my play buddy; to a point that when my Mom told me to put my toys away, I literally put him away in my toy box –Not to worry, my Mom went to get him out when she noticed that he was not following me down the stairs (no more than 5 -1 0 minutes). For more than 12 years, we were inseparable. Until came the day when we had to put him down.
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