Still going down memory lane.... this is one of the loves of my life.... Figaro. His stay here was way too short, 2 and half years, when they say cats have nine lives.... yeah right. Lovely cat he was, and it's not because 'chi muore e` santo'. He was the first born out of four, he actually was the one to make me a 'grandmother'. Probably the best-looking too, totally blonde and far from dumb. I could not believe I would lose him, it was so surreal, but the ca took over, and he passed on, perhaps to Rainbow Heaven, perhaps to normal heaven. But it was facing death, grief, mourning all over again. I suck at grieving, some people seem to get on with life so quickly, not me, I keep brooding, which is maybe not such a good thing. Ok some might say, grief over a cat??? Well we grieve human beings who don't deserve our grief, so what's the harm over cats? Figaro, I thought the name was so pretty in the handsomely, gallant was of the real Figaro.... Figaro qau, Figaro La.... etc. I keep looking at his picture with a big sigh. Why do the ones we love so much get taken away from us? Is it nature, God or whatever. He struggled to live, then took his last breath, wrapped up in a towel and lots of love. I will never forget the way he used to jump on me when I went to bed, put his face next to mine, and start a very loud purring session. He was content just to be there.Well Figaro, you are still missed. Oh and remember I love you.... a lot
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