My older cat died day before yesterday and yesterday he was burned.
Sad.
I was really appreciate to my daughters (mostly to middle daughter) as she looked after him for a long time.
He came to us when my youngest was 8. Because my youngest had never been at home herself before but I had to leave her for my nursing course.
So we went to a pet shop to find a pet for her, however we could not decide what we buy.
We eventually found him in a box by the counter. There were some cats in the box and he was only one who had different colour. We decided to take him.
He was only 200g and able to stay on our palm! He was 6.5kg later.
He did not like be hold by anybody, he was a calm cat and did not play often.
However, when I first travelled to overseas, he missed me a lot and when I got home he had tears in his eyes.
He always slept with me, it was warm particular in the winter.
He was very quiet, just sat in sunny spot.
He looked after younger cat well.
After I decided to came New Zealand he sat on my knees often and looked my face, it was unusual.
When I was down he came on my knees and looked my eyes too, it looked like he asked me "Are you OK?"
He spent many years with us, 13 years.
I hope he went to heaven.
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