I had a kitty I left at my mother's house when I moved in with Ben because I didn't think he'd fare to well in the trailer park. His name was Flame but his nickname was Little Man. My mother just told me he died today.
He was the bravest little kitty ever. He had crippled up back legs but he didn't let it slow him down. He learned to walk on his front paws before I could even get a wheelchair for him and was able to climb fairly well. The only thing he ever needed help with was getting down off the porch railing if he climbed to high. I don't think he even knew he was crippled. He did every thing an able bodied cat did.
He was 10 years old. It really comes has a shock because other than his obvious deformity he was a very healthy cat. He had one serious illness as a baby that required him to spend the night at a vets office and cost me about $400 but other than that he was always very healthy and happy.
Mom told me he at least died peacefully in his sleep.
The Pets and Animals Guild!
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