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Cat died at just over 11 years of age-the matriarch of the house and VERY proud of her position. She simply WAS.... Happy, comfortable, greying, ruling and in superb condition thanks to the long walks in a near by state park.
She died as she lived-her way with no pain, no warning, with dignity and love that kept those she loved from suffering any more than necessary. |

Cat chasing the Sprinkler - a favorite game
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Cat - 4th Place 2004 Nationals-Veterans Class |

Cat - 3rd Place 2004 Nationals-
Veterans Sweepstakes |

Cat 5/05 |
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THE SPIRIT LIVES ON
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripening grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
- Unknown |
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