One day my Family and I found a cat who had no name he had nothing. We decided to adopt him and name him, out of any name in the world my sister chose Pickles yes very funny name but I think it suited him.
We knew we weren’t going to have him for very long because he was skinny and didn’t eat much. He had big feet and long claws, he was long and skinny and very shy,everytime you would run or shout at him he would make a run for it.
He was a very kind and loving cat he was always be there when my sister and I got home, always sleep on my Dads top and for some funny reason he jumped on to my Dad’s Neck and sit there my Dad found it very annoying but we still loved him. There was never a day where he would never Pur, whenever you would talk to him or pat him he would purr and meow.
23/8/2010 2:30 p.m Pickles got Put Down by the vet, it was so upsetting because he was the best cat ever but we could see that coming he would soon pass away. We would look in the box and give him a last pat good-bye. He felt so cold and stiff, When cats get Put Down they go with there eyes open. everyone in our family was sad but I guess it was better than not eating and drinking then passing away in pain, it is crule to do that to a cat. I guess that life goes on and on and things pass away.
My love is strong with Pickles untill the day he died I miss him heaps but I guess it happenes. Even writing this post there is a tear in my eye ready to drip. I know he is like other cats but Pickles stands out the most.