Mocha passed away Monday morning he was 17 years old. He was my first real pet and my heart cat.
I can still remember the day I first met him he was in the back of my cousin's car she had caught him running around the local flea market and was in need of a home since he didn't like her or her son. We picked him up a few days later at her mom's house he picked me right away as his. He would lay on my homework to demand to be petted and curl up with me at night him on my shoulder purring into my ear and kneading my shoulder. When I broke my ankle he took up the job as being my alert system if I fell or needed help he would give out a strange cry until someone came to help me. He loved to watch Tigger run around the house and chase Eli around the house wrestling all over the place. He would sing to no body like me and had a real sweet tooth from eating the peeps to angel food cake. Even though I moved out and had to leave him behind he remained my cat and was always eager to see me. At least I got one last night of him sleeping on my shoulder Thanksgiving night. Run free my pooh bear wait for me at the bridge, Tigger will be waiting for you.
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2011 hasn't been a kind year first Tigger and 6 months later now this.