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In Memory Of Spike so named because as a kitten he used to swat
the nose of Tish the friendly bulldog. Tish grudgingly put up with this
(Spike was just a kitten) until one day when she put her mouth
over Spike's head lifted her up and shook her gently.
Spike left Tish alone after that.
Spike was a hunter so I let him roam most of the time.
He came home with an animal bite one day (in May of 1992) and
contracted some disease from it and had to be put down.
It's hard to know if Spike had a better life by being outside and
dying young or if it would have been better to keep him inside.
I haven't had a pet since.
-Doug G.
| Spike |
| Doug G. |