You guessed it... the curse of being my pet has struck again, and this time I've lost my kitten tabby cat. I came home from a particularly trying day at work (read: bad, our department is having a complete meltdown due to some policy and protocol changes that they informed us of and implemented as a surprise yesterday), to hear that my Tabby Cat was gone. She was all I had left of my Toby, she looked exactly like him, she was my bed buddy, laying down with me at night to drift off and waking me up by kneading my neck first thing in the morning. I guess she and a couple of cats got up on the cupboard after supper. My sister's 4 year old great dane, Sasha, saw that they were licking a plate, and she wanted it. She lunged and Tabby happened to be the one in the way. Fatal blow to the head, she was gone instantly. Doesn't make it hurt any less though. I've been crying buckets since I found out.
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Thursday, Jan. 26, 2006 ~ 10:53 p.m.
