I want and need to tell you the story of Moo. Moo was one of five of a litter that my middle cat Sissy had. We named him Moo because he was spotted like a cow. He was born the runt of the litter and turned out to be the most beautiful cat I have ever had or seen. Moo lived with his big uncle Buster, Sissy, his mom and Tramp our Wheaten Terrier. With all due respect Moo was quite the brat of the family.
He would taunt and bug Buster and Sissy ruthlessly. he would knock thing off the counter; he would wake me up on Saturdays and Sundays by combing my hair with his claws. I lost Moo this past Thursday, cause of death unknown. I found him dead by his favorite place…my bed. I have a bad feeling his crazy brother, the Wheaten Terrier, may have accidentally killed him playing too roughly, or maybe he just died an early death. I have given him to OSU Veterinary Clinic
to figure that out for me.
My heart breaks when I think
I won’t see him for a long while.
I miss you so very much My Moo.
We Love You , Moo,
| Moo |
| Donna/Haley/Justin |