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By Carol Rhodes
My first was Cuddles, followed by Mitzi and afterward came so many more: Amanda, Louisa Mae Allcat, Hodge, Pancho,
Suzi, Merry Hester, T.G., and Miss Emily. All beloved, and believed they were so special that no other could ever take their place. But then, one by one, as they passed on, new ones did arrive. Fred, Hank, Ashes, Ralph, and Puff appeared
settling in much as the ·others had done: to bathe in the summer sun, knead my sweater, slumber on my pillow, purr me to sleep. How many have there been? I would need more paper to list them all. Age has taken away the memory of some
but now and then one of them walks with silent paws across my subsconscious and causes me to remember. Like so many people, places, and things which are no longer in my life, I continually ask “Where have they gone?”
