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Written by His Mommies
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 Dusty was our joy for 17-1/2 years. We first saw him when he was 3 hours old,
but having just recently lost another kitten to illness, we weren't sure we
wanted to give our hearts away again so soon. So, we decided to wait 6 weeks
until Dusty was older. When we saw him again, we KNEW he was to be our kitty
cat forever. He was named Dusty after his tendancy to run behind the stove and
come out with dust all over himself. He had no loud meow, but made rather a
strange sound...kind of like "kiiissh". He liked to have his face kissed and
loved it most when we lived near the beach. His favorite pastime was sitting on
the balcony with the cool ocean breeze blowing his fur, all the while basking in
the sun. Late in his 17th year, he got ill and we had to decide to "let him
go", which was the hardest thing we ever had to do. Shortly after he passed
away, we saw a small white butterfly drift ever so slowly by us. We just knew
Dusty's spirit was floating by telling us not to grieve, but to remember the
good times and to love him always...we certainly do!
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Dusty was our joy for 17-1/2 years. We first saw him when he was 3 hours old,
but having just recently lost another kitten to illness, we weren't sure we
wanted to give our hearts away again so soon. So, we decided to wait 6 weeks
until Dusty was older. When we saw him again, we KNEW he was to be our kitty
cat forever. He was named Dusty after his tendancy to run behind the stove and
come out with dust all over himself. He had no loud meow, but made rather a
strange sound...kind of like "kiiissh". He liked to have his face kissed and
loved it most when we lived near the beach. His favorite pastime was sitting on
the balcony with the cool ocean breeze blowing his fur, all the while basking in
the sun. Late in his 17th year, he got ill and we had to decide to "let him
go", which was the hardest thing we ever had to do. Shortly after he passed
away, we saw a small white butterfly drift ever so slowly by us. We just knew
Dusty's spirit was floating by telling us not to grieve, but to remember the
good times and to love him always...we certainly do!
