In 1998, a neighborhood boy brought me a hissy little striped furball. He was about six weeks old, terrified, malnourished, and flea-bitten. His back legs were weak and he didn't look like he stood much of a chance. My mother named him Sparky since it was so close to the Fourth of July. I added the 'Fuzzypants'. He turned into a beautiful mancat and he shared my life for thirteen years.
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Isn't it nice we can have such wonderful memories and be able to share them one a fur child goes to the bridge?
In spite of his inauspicious beginnings, Sparky really left his mark.
He came to the right place. Such a sweet boy.
Such a handsome boy. Happy Gotcha Day over the Bridge. Man, they must always be partying over there...
Handsome dear boy much loved. xo
So glad you had 13 years with Sparky.
Happy Gotcha Day, Spark!!! We are happy to read that you were able to find a loving family for your furever home. You are a handsome mancat and hope you had a great day of celebrating. Thanks for the share.
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