
Most of the time it would hide in mommy's special room, where I wasnt allowed. Daddy put a little door on the room, so it could come as go as it pleased. But whenever it came out of the room, it made a loud howling noise. I had never heard noises like that before, so I would go to explore and next thing I know I was in trouble again.
After a long time, I finally got used to the thing and left it alone. Sometimes when

I heard mommy say IT was her "special kitty" and she had been around longer than daddy, so daddy had to just understand. Plus she was getting old, cranky and sore. She started moving slower and then hardly ever came out of the special room. Shortly after Max arrived, they had an altercation and mommy and daddy had to take her to the pack Doctor. Mommy came home crying and sat and hugged me for a long time. Daddy was real

Max and I are glad that mommy hasnt brought another furry thing home, as it would be too hard a temptation to leave alone. Sometimes when mommy comes home she smells like another furry, and we can allow that. But we remember her each day we walk past this stone that mommy made for her.
SPIKE WE MISS YOU!
2 comments:
that's a nice memorial - it's so hard to lose a loved pet, especially when another ahem loved pet has something to do with it. spike was adorable.
Aww that is a really cool memorial!
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