This morning sucked. Waking up to not having my sweet meowing cat to yell BE QUIET SHERMAN to was just so so emotionally heart-wringing. I know Sherman had a great life, and he blessed us in a million ways, but I am going to miss his hairballs, and his scratching the furniture, and his endless lectures when I would return from road trips. Sherman. I miss you. I love you. I hope you are with Grandpa and Sebastian in heaven frolicking in fields of catnip and turkey lunch meat.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 15:51:02 +0000
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