J.J.
John Ross
I adopted J.J. and Jonathon in April, 1987.
They were feral kittens that a stray momma kitty
brought to me. Both boys are Blue Lynx Points.
J.J. was always a little "scaredy" cat, but he seemed
to get strength from his big brother Jonathon.
(That's why I adopted both of them).
J.J. found a very special place in my heart
and I thought my heart would break when he got sick.
I lost him on August 11, 1996, to Hepatic Lipidosis.
He was only 9 years old.
I had always free fed the cats, so I had no
idea that he wasn't eating.
Since then I have stopped free feeding.
J.J. is buried in my back yard,
under my bathroom window. He has a pastel
pin wheel that squeaks when the wind blows around it.
I like to think that the squeak is J.J. talking to me.
Someday, he will be laid to rest with Samantha,
but for now, he stays close by.
(((Hugs)))
Marina
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