My Tigger

Tigger died today. My youngest cat, who took wing with the Perseid meteors racing across the sky early in the morning. Only 3 years old. Just a little grey tabby with the biggest eyes filled with brightness and intelligence. He loved to be held like a human baby and talked to. He listened like he understood and perhaps he did. I let him go finally, and this morning he left, quietly but not alone.

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