Michelle and I were dating back in 1995, all she wanted for Christmas
was a kitten. I went to the Shamrock foundation to adopt a kitten and
had picked out the prettiest one there. But before I could tell them he
was the one I wanted, they brought in this scraggly kitten that had been
left in a bag on the freeway where his owners had burned off his whiskers
with fire, then abandoned him. I could not possibly overlook this little
baby, so he was the one I took home instead.
What I didn't realize was Michelle didn't really want a kitten,
and I could not take him back, so he became mine. I named him Boo
after the Jim Carrey movie Pet Detective where he went "Who's a Boo
Boo Doo Doo Boo... Whos a Boo?" From day one, my little friend
would sleep with me on my belly... until he had a belly himself. Boo grew
to be a hefty 20 lb cat, and though he did not like to be around large
groups of folks, he would always cuddle up with me when we were alone.
Eventually Michelle and I would reconcile and
marry, and Boo became her baby as well. He moved with us to our
new home on Fury, and just like us, he loved lounging in the sun. He
even learned to love his adopted sister, Ginger (our greyhound), and they
would play and lay together.
Boo recently contracted a disease called FIP.
We did not have Boo long after this, and we had to put him to rest on
April 5th 2005. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had
to do, but the vet assured us, it was best for him. I will miss
and always love my little Boo.
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