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Apr 06, 2014, 06:14 AM
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Member Since: Jun 2008
Location: WYLTK
Posts: 768
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Yesterday, my uncle told me about an animal that was on the side of the road, less than a mile from my farm place. So I went to check it out, even though it was just before sunset. I had a bad feeling on the way over to the area...
It was a dead cat - MY cat!  I hadn't seen my orange kitty in two days, and just figured he was far enough away that he couldn't hear me calling for him. I have three of them (including him) that never stray past the end of the driveway, which is about a quarter of a mile long. (and there are farm fields surrounding this farmsite) But I was getting worried because he had never been gone more than a day before.
His name was Rusty! And he wasn't even a year old. Him and his brother Austin were almost always together. They were the only two kittens I kept from last year, so they had to stay together - to play, to not be lonely, to keep warm at night... It's just really hard to handle. You see, I always wanted an orange cat I could name Rusty. And I had a picture of what I wanted him to look like (of a cat that died a while ago). So all I had to do, was find a kitten to match the name and look like the photo. And after a couple years of searching, I found him!
I raised him from the day he was born, since his mother was one of my cats! I watched him grow and trained him. Since the day he was born, I have seen him nearly every day! And I have a mental illness, so my cats are very very special to me, to help me in ways others can't.
So I brought him back to my place and will have to bury him later today!  I just needed to share this with people who understand. I will attach some photos of my Rusty, so you can see just how beautiful he is. And I can tell already that his brother misses him, which is hard to watch.
so please remember me in your thoughts as I deal with this pain and difficult situation. thanks. and enjoy the photos!
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