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Remembering Furball



"The absence of Furball is deeply felt. He was such a distinguished gentleman. He loved with all that he had. We had a routine, and he would let you know it when it was time for his breakfast or dinner! He loved to eat, but who doesn't! Every night, like clockwork, he sat on the end of my chair, staring at me, until I got up to feed him his fancy feast. In the morning, he followed me to the kitchen, knowing his breakfast was coming. He had to be fed extra due to hyperthyroidism. He loved to sit outside in the grass. The night before he died, we let him sit outside as long as he wanted too, under the stars, while one of our other cats chased fireflies. He also loved the laser pointer. He tried to play even on his last day. He was a cuddler with his mama, my daughter. He slept right on her head at night. Sometimes she got a face full of slobber, when he would shake his head! We sure miss him! But we know he's not in pain anymore. We love you Furball! See you in a wink!" - Kimberly Banks


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