Skip had been a “card-carrying cat hater”.Swearing for the first 10 years of our marriage
that we would never ever ever have a cat and then this stray slipped into our
lives and converted him. Not only was
Skip converted, but he was known as the “cat whisperer” in our family.
Sometimes it breaks my heart when I see “Not My Cat” still
look for him. He goes in his room and
cries for him and most recently seems to have taken some comfort in sleeping in
Skip’s porch chair. We are coping the
best we can without him, maybe not what other people recognize or understand. We are just doing what we need to do to get
through, one day at a time.
"Everyday" Dave Matthews Band
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