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Time to say goodbye . . .

15 years ago, I was in my parents' backyard (I guess it was my backyard too) mowing the lawn, earning my allowance. Underneath my Dad's work hut, popped out a little black kitten. She looked a bit hungry and I fed her a little milk, which she lapped right up. I had no choice but to keep her, and hesitantly named her Axl. That changed to Cat after I realized "he was a she". And so Cat lived with me most of the time (she stayed with my parents while college -- allergic roommate -- but got her back when I kicked the roommate out) climbing up screens, laying on my chest when I came home from school, begging me to feed her every time I got home, and just providing some great companionship along the way. She has given me some great years and I am happy to pass her along to the next owner. I would love to keep her, but I have a baby coming and do not want to risk the cat interacting with the baby. This was one of the toughest and hardest decisions of my life. She has been a wonderful pet and my wife and I really hated to give her up. However, we were happy to find a wonderful animal love her to take her, even though the cat is much older than most. I am both happy and sad to leave my cat behind -- happy that she has found a wonderful person to take her, but sad to let go my own very first pet. She will be greatly missed and for the next month, I will be looking for her begging for food, jumping up on the bed to sleep with me, and just following me around the house to see what I'm doing. I know she will be happy in her new home, and I hope that her new owner finds as much companionship in her as did I. Goodbye Cat.

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