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Martin the Warrior

I always find it funny how those little strange creatures we call pets become family. I mean, cats are pretty much meowing, eating machines that pay attention to you when it’s convenient for them with varying degrees of affection. We had a mostly outdoor cat who, for the last 14 years, was friendlier than most cats and constantly in and out of the door just to remind us of his existence. He was the kitten who perched on the dashboard of my mother’s car, waiting for me to get out of middle school. (That didn’t last long after he figured out the car also went to the vet.) He was my extra black shadow whenever I went outside. He was the one who we’re pretty sure roamed miles away from the house but always managed to come back to stare at us through the window.

Rest in Peace, Martin the Warrior. I’m glad I was home to see you off.



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  1. Angela Fuerte

    Sorry for your lost… Martin the Warrior was pleased to have you there as you are for been there to see him off. I will have a tuna salad in his honor!

  2. He looks exactly like my Shadow, and he too has gotten old now. I think he’s 10 years old — more or less. And I just really want to take care of him because his brother has left us year. I miss him so much.. my Garfield.
    Martin’s in the cat heaven now, together with my Garfield. meowing on us. :)

  3. Ahhhh, I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your buddy, but I’m really glad you were home to see him off, as you said. I had a similar event happen with my dachshund of 13 years, but I happened to be home visiting over the weekend when it happened… and somehow that made me feel good to be there, for closure purposes I guess.

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