We think about cats that have gone, too, and sometimes it's not good.
I learned something just last night that I didn't know.
Over the years, I've had cats that were my special buddies, over other family members. A cat named E.G., Boaris, a white cat named Mr. Cobb, etc.
Cobby had asthma, and I would give him some nebulized albuterol when he needed it. He was really sweet.
One day, he passed away. The guys told me, and buried him. I thought that it might have been his health, and was very sad.
Last night, Dh told me that, actually, he had a bullet hole in him, and came home to die...the same as One Toe's mom, Coon. (Her tail had wide, raccoon stripes.)
They didn't want to tell me. I would have rather known, and I told him that.
Our bad neighbor shot our black cats...it turned out that he has a 'thing' about black cats, and some grandkids across the hwy also shot at cats. That means they were shooting into the woods in my backyard...I'm glad that the kids and dogs weren't accidental victims, though it's bad enough that they would shoot at my kitty's!
I asked if there was anything else that I didn't know about, and he says no...
So, I don't know who did it, but probably the kids, because he was white, and not black?
They became adults, and moved away at least 10 years ago. Just as well.
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