They say that in "human terms" he was around 87 years old, which is a fair old turn, we'll take it. It was October 1994 when we visited the animal services in Oshawa, in search of a single cat. We chose a cat and the lady said that we would have to wait a week to see if the original owner claimed it, so there was a silver grey tabby kitten who had poked his paw out and grabbed at us on the way in, the lady said that he was "free to go today" so we chose him. She also pointed to the little one, cowering in the back of the cage.
"You can have him free, they're brothers, shame to separate them"
And we agreed. The cheeky one became Ben, the little one, Bill.
Amazing the emotional bond you form with a cat that has been in your life for seventeen or more years and it was absolutely heartbreaking to let him go today, but it was the logical and responsible thing to do.
Goodnight little prince.
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