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Rusty died.
He was six months old when we got him in August of 1987, making him about 21 before he passed.
He was the best cat anyone could ever, ever have. He came when I cried and purred me back to feeling better. He tried to teach me how to hunt and never killed my mice or my puppy, even though they annoyed him.
I will never pet him again and that kills me, because he loved me so much and I didn't deserve it. But for all of my flaws I love that cat still, and so much. In the back yard of my mind, I am always a child, laying out in the tall grass and watching him stalk an invisible rabbit, and I always will be. I turn over to lay on my stomach and he pads up to lie beside me, purring as I stroke his thick soft fur, and he always will.
He was six months old when we got him in August of 1987, making him about 21 before he passed.
He was the best cat anyone could ever, ever have. He came when I cried and purred me back to feeling better. He tried to teach me how to hunt and never killed my mice or my puppy, even though they annoyed him.
I will never pet him again and that kills me, because he loved me so much and I didn't deserve it. But for all of my flaws I love that cat still, and so much. In the back yard of my mind, I am always a child, laying out in the tall grass and watching him stalk an invisible rabbit, and I always will be. I turn over to lay on my stomach and he pads up to lie beside me, purring as I stroke his thick soft fur, and he always will.