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  • Jennifer Hayes

    Oh Maria! My Gatsby (Persian kitty rescue/ black and white/ pumpkin eyes/ 2 snaggle teeth) was my ET. Anytime that I'd get sick so would he. If I hated someone, he punched them with his floofy poof feet. I got stoned and went to a creepy crafting party that I didn't want to be at and while all the dead eyed hipsters made toe nail baskets and hemp nipple clamps, I painted a portrait of Gatsby. He got me and I totally worshipped him. When he died I almost lost my mind. The guilt was huge just because I was supposed to protect him and I couldn't keep him from going. I believe that if anything is true, he and Blossom are happily snorting somewhere dreamy together. Thank you so much for your story. I feel a little less alone.

  • Kellen

    Thx, Maria. Beautiful story.

    Dog is my co-pilot too...I'm a believer!