The beginning of his life story will forever be a mystery, but somewhere in the ripe third (human) year of his life, a black cat took shelter under my car and my life has never been the same.
I have never known a more unconditional desire for affection than in the presence of him. He lived to be around people, to be like them. He was a talker, and a drooler, and kept a weird schedule. But I loved him and he was part of my family.
Rest In Peace, Millhouse (Thrill-house) Shafeek.
1 comment:
aww sorry to hear about the loss. What a cutie pie.
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