Albert came to us as an abused and frightened neighborhood kitten so long ago in 1985. Thinking that we already “had quite enough” cats, we didn’t take him in at first. But when he showed up on our front porch, soaking wet, shivering, frightened and flea-infested, in the middle of a thunderstorm, we couldn’t refuse him. Shortly after he came, our beloved cat, Baby, died suddenly at the age of four of cardiomyopathy. Albert was a great solace to us in our time of grief.
We enjoyed 17 wonderful years together and in January 2002, he developed a rare cancer in his eye. We had it operated on in what turned out to be a vain effort to keep him with us a few more years. Unfortunately, the cancer spread to his brain and he died on May 2, 2002 in my arms.
We buried him in the back yard, planted lovely flowers on his grave, ordered a memorial stone and a St. Francis statue to look over him. He will never be forgotten.
Love always forever and ever,
| Albert |
| Jay and Kat |