Pepper, in better days
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Could it have been a bit
over 15 years ago when we rescued two kittens from the Feed Barn?
One (Pepper) was then four months old, and Junior was two months
old. These two had survived the pack of four dogs we had then,
all now gone. And today Pepper is gone, and has joined them in
Pepper grew to be an outsized Calico cat whom we could have sworn had
dog DNA. More than anything on warm spring or hot sunny days, she
loved to just sit on the deck with the dogs, as though she were one of
them. They accepted her, too; both the past generation and the
two dogs we now have. And she and Junior, who came to our home
together, didn’t argue or fight with each other. They each went
their own way.
And she was MY cat. She loved me more than anyone, even though it
was Darcel who fed her and otherwise cared for her. I don’t think
she ever went to the vet’s office except to get her kitten shots a long
time ago, until a visit on Thursday and her final trip there
today. She had some trouble walking, and this morning, she had
lost the use of both of her back legs, so we had no real choice but to
put her down.
Later, we gradually added more cats to our household; Gizmo in 2013 and
Spud a couple of months ago. Pepper treated them both with benign
disregard for the most part, but they didn’t get into fights.
Pepper wasn’t a fighter; she was a lover, through and through.
I can’t remember when Pepper wasn’t sleeping on the bed right next to
me. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it tonight when she
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