On Christmas day 1987 my dad brought home this little black cat; her name was Raff. She was 1 years old. I was 8; she was scared but eventually let us talk and play with her. Even though we moved into different apts, Raff never minded and got settled in. My mom had been diagnosed with asthma and we couldn’t keep her so she lived with my dad for a year, because she thought she was allergic but in 1994 we got her back. I was so happy! Then we came in my apt currently in 1996 and Raff grew into a wonderful cat and friend. My mom even got allergy shots to keep her; that’s love! If you were upset she’d be there for you. Sure she got on your nerves sometimes but she meant well.
She was a great cat!
I remember those last months her eyes were bad and she lost alot of weight. It was so sad; we found her under my bed. She’s buried in a pet cemetery at a vet’s house. I’ll never forget her. She was so special to us. We love and miss you, Raff. God bless you kitty callie Raff
Dec 1986-Sept 2004
With love always,
| Maxine and Ronda |