He’s been with me for about 12 years. He’s been a companion, a playmate; he’s been great with the kids. The only complain I have had over the past 12 years is about his copious bathroom habits.

Anyway, I regret to say that he left another family before he came with me. They really didn’t appreciate him like they should have, I guess. The family even called after he left and tried to get him back. They were just unwilling to meet halfway, so they eventually left us alone.

And we were so happy together for 12 years. He ate all his meals at the house, and greeted me faithfully each time he saw me. I guess I should have seen it coming, though. When we were renting the top half of a house from a female landlord, he spent a substantial amount of time with her. If I didn’t know where he was, all I had to do was look on her level of the house. It did bother me a little, however, she did start to back off when her house started to bear the smell of his “copious bathroom habits.”

So lately he’s been spending more and more time away from the house. He’s skipped meals, and would spend the night out. I just didn’t understand why he was pulling away. After not coming home for about a week, I spotted him in the neighborhood. The kids ran over and tried to greet him, and – you will NOT believe this! – he ran the other way! I was mortified and confused. Hadn’t I been good to him for the last decade?

Needless to say, I believe he is now living with another family nearby, completely ignoring us. Yeah, it hurts a little. But on the other hand, I’m kind of glad I won’t have to spend money on food and medical bills for him. Actually, it’s kind of nice to be free; to be able to pick up and leave for the weekend without worrying about him. At least we know he’s still alive.

I will miss you very much, Tiger. You darn cat.

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