May, 1994 - Febuary 2nd, 2011
You were the old man of the family, 18 years of age and a cuddly little man. I remember when I was much younger, the night I cut off you whiskers because I was curious to know if it hurt. It didn't. I remember when you watched the little mice play but never decided to chase them, and the so many years later when you lost your hearing and fell of the couch being unbalanced, and your sweet adorable old meow. I love you Bootsie-Poo, you will always be in my heart, knowing you all my life, this is a big change, but I know you are in a good place.
♥♥
You were the old man of the family, 18 years of age and a cuddly little man. I remember when I was much younger, the night I cut off you whiskers because I was curious to know if it hurt. It didn't. I remember when you watched the little mice play but never decided to chase them, and the so many years later when you lost your hearing and fell of the couch being unbalanced, and your sweet adorable old meow. I love you Bootsie-Poo, you will always be in my heart, knowing you all my life, this is a big change, but I know you are in a good place.
♥♥
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