Squishy wasn't an extremely social cat. He didn't particularly like new people and would often just hide in the basement whenever the doorbell rang. And even after co-habitating with my father for 16 years, there was little ground gained in that relationship. But he was fiercely loyal to me and my mother. He often slept on my bed, and would sit underneath the desk lamp whenever I was on the computer. Even years after I had moved away from home, he would still greet me as though no time had passed, waiting to be pet.
Sadly, but perhaps not unexpectedly, his health declined as he grew older. His once regal, muscular physique deteriorated, despite a healthy appetite. He had survived a near-death situation a few years ago, but this time was different. It was time.
Thanks Squishy, for everything. We will always remember you.
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Thank you George, for choosing that first picture. That corner of our garden would have been my choice to bury him, had he died at home.
He was loved by some people and he loved them in return. He was a gentle and loyal cat and I'll miss him more than I thought.
Mom
He was a nice cat and I am glad that he eventually warmed up to me. My favourite memory of Squishy was when he stayed with us and him and Jack were playing in out backyard.
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