This week I had to say goodbye to my cat, Tazz, I had to have him put to sleep on Monday, he had cancer in his liver. I got Tazz about 18 years ago, I was told by the lady I adopted him from that a farmer was going to drown him. She had a 6mth old baby and Tazz(his name used to be Pedro) and the Baby played too rough with each other.

This picture was taken a couple months ago.

Strangely, that same sad day, a new kitten showed up at the farm, she is very skinny and she needed a good home. She doesn't have a name yet, but here she is.


The same thing happened when Galileo died, less then one week later I found Phoenix. We went to a fishing spot we had never been to before and he came running to me, meowing his little head off.