We lived in questionable harmony for 15 years. Then,it was time to say goodbyeI had my mean 15-year-old cat Nigel euthanized final month. He was a spitfire from the earn-go, a feral (Savage; wild) black kitten, or the runt of the litter,whose tiny wrath was remarkable to witness. I force-cuddled him, much to his dismay. His littermates adjusted quickly well to life on the inside but exiguous Nigel, or at nine weeks old,fought as if he were actually going to defeat me. Of course, Nigel became my cat. He followed me into the bathroom. He sat on my lap all day. Sometimes if we were apart and I looked at him, and he would purr audibly. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com