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Ripping up and down our long carpeted hall like two low-slung racecars, they hug the floor to round corners at breakneck speed. Sir Nigel and Lady Maude loved this little diversion. I can still see them with my mind's eye. Of our four cats, Nigel was held the dearest. Affectionate and gregarious, he would seek us [...] As I began writing this, I was anxiously waiting for our son Barrett to come home. We had some sad news for him. A little more than an hour before, we had found his cat, Peach, on the driveway. He had been hit by a car and would die within minutes. He had tried to run [...] There was a day now cast in shame Now "Abba Father" is the cry I lost an old friend this week. Yes, we had our differences, and conflicts sometimes arose with inevitable clashings of two strong wills. Hers usually won. Often a bit cantankerous, she had a gentle side as well. And despite an obvious feebleness in her last days, she was ever faithful in carrying out the earthly duties [...] A gentle soul has gone away. Copyright 1996 James McAlister Printer friendly version |
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