Handsome Mol in his velvety black coat and golden eyes, no grey hairs for him, finally succumbed. He lived to enjoy 15 years (80 in human years) with hardly a day's illness between the falls from roofs, arguments with cars, suffering an amputated front leg, and frequent savage fights with bold stranger toms attempting to invade his territory despite his being neutered. He was adored from kittenhood, outlived a marriage and divorce and spent most of his quieter retirement with the long-suffering grandparents. On a holiday with his human uncle and aunt whom he loved to love, and where he was treated with all the courtesy due to an elderly feline gentleman, he peacefully and with dignity lost his ninth life.
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Mol you were a character, a fighter, a companion and you chose to quietly slip away just when we need to save our grieving and conserve our energy to support another beautiful brave, elderly fighter who is coming to the end of her life. RIP our fur faced friend.
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I'm so glad to hear from you but I'm very sorry about your old pal.
ReplyDeleteSo very sorry to hear your sad news.
ReplyDeleteAlas, you can't save grieving- just like love it flows without measure
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Sorry to hear your sad news.
ReplyDeleteJulie xxxxxx
I'm sorry you've lost Mol - sounds like a wonderful character. A lovely tribute x
ReplyDeleteHow sad to have lost Mol but it sounded like she had a lovely and contented life. Are you lovely and sun-tanned now you have arrived back from sunnier climes!!!
ReplyDeleteJillx
sending you my best wishes
ReplyDeletejohn
Where have I been? You poor thing. Dear old Mol. Though, I know who's scratching your ears in heaven.xo
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