"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
I'm so sorry. How is your father doing?
He is doing well. Thank you for asking. For those of you who don't know, Albert was the family cat, and for the last 8 years my father has been taking care of him. We think Albert was about 15 years old, but nobody remembered when he joined the family from the animal shelter. It just seeemed like he was there forever. (It didn't help our memories that he looked much like our previous cat.) In his prime, he was a great killer of the local wildlife and honed his chops on all our calves. In his later years, he had a slow decline, but all in all, we think he had a pretty good life. Sic transit gloria mundi.
I'm sorry for your & your family's loss. It sounds like Albert had a splendid life.
Aw! I hope the tuna in kitty heaven is plentiful and uncontaminated.
Thanks for telling us a bit about the life and times of Albert, a truly beautiful feline. RIP, indeed.
What a beautiful animal.
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