Pig died today. She was 13 years old.
Greg got her as a kitten, from the humane society, about a year before he and I met. She had a wonderful, peaceful life full of attention from her loving slave Greg until he moved in with me. Then she gained another slave.
I don't think Pig knew she was even a cat at that point. She used to sit on the counter in Greg's bathroom and meow at the cat in the mirror.
She was a very sweet cat, with very soft fur, and she was always gentle, even with our girls. We are all going to miss her tremendously.
Goodbye, sweet Piggy. I hope you're in kitty heaven, rolling in catnip, resting on the softest of pillows, and dipping your paw into huge glasses of frothy milk. We love you.
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