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| "Tickles" aka Tickles McGee aka Ticklebritches aka Fuzzbutt |
| Think what you want of me when after you have viewed THIS page. I don't care. As you can see above this picture, is my cat Tickles. To truly love him is to know him. He has such a unique personality. I caught and tamed Tickles when he was a baby. We bonded very quickly. Since he became my pet, he has purred in my face and licked away my sad tears, as if to say "I'm here for you." He has stayed with me in sickness...the only time he left my side was to get some fresh air or some food, he has laid on my chest with his head under my chin as I petted him while we both drifted off to sleep. When we moved to Marion county, he was always at my side because he knew how miserable I was in a place full of strangers. When I had to leave home and start my other means of education, I was so heartbroken that I couldn't take him with me--for he was my all. I'd come home and visit and it would always be as if I had never left. Then I had come back home for a while-it wasn't too much longer after that that I had to leave again. Again, I was heartbroken because I knew I couldn't take him with me. After I had found a job, gotten my own place and was living with my (now) husband, I would continue to go visit my mom and see Tickles. The poor guy was growing old, but he still rememberd me and the friendship that we shared. One night, while I was home alone, (my apartment-2 hrs away from my mom) mom calls to tell me that Jeff had found Tickles lying beside the road. He had been hit by a car. I went into tears. My best friend was gone. There's a tree above my mom's house that he loved to lie under and climb on. This is where he was buried. Wherever he is, I hope he is as happy as he made me. I miss you. |
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| "Cool Kitty" in another of his favorite spots to veg out-the back of mom's couch =) |
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