Put my (almost) 20 year old cat to sleep this morning. His name was Blues and he was a really good cat, if a little ornery sometimes (aren't we all?).
I found him in 1986 when he was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand...he was sitting there on the sidealk next to a church yard on Second St btwn First & Second Ave in the East Village.
I'd like to thank my ex-girlfriend, Tara, for helping take care of him for the past 6 years or so. You've been fantastic & I couldn't have asked for anyone better to take care of him.
RIP, my friend...1986-2006
Some might say "What a way to start the new year," but I'm trying to look at it in some sort of positive light. The glass is half full, this is a beginning not an end, when one door closes another opens, and all of that...
So in case I haven't told you already...happy new year. Let's go!
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