by Bonnie
(New York)
I got my tabby boy as a 'stray'. The person who had him did not take care of him, so I had my best friend for 10 years. We moved 4 times together. He loved me, and I loved him-unconditionally. He loved everyone he met. I can't say the same thing about other cats and dogs.
This past spring, he got sick, and stopped eating. He tried, but he just couldn't. So, I helped him go to the Rainbow Bridge. His name was Squatter, and he certainly squatted, to claim his place in my heart. I will never forget him, so, until we meet again-Squatter-mommy misses you, so very much.
I love you, my tabby boy.

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