Yesterday my family said goodbye our kitty cat Pharoah. He was 18 years old and the Vet said he had congestive heart failure and a tumor in his throat.
I remember when he first came home, 18 years ago. My brother found him in a tree in a Taco Bell parking lot and climbed the tree to bring him home. When my sister and I came home from school, he was in the back yard and my mom was trying to get the fleas off of him. When my dad came home from work, he said we couldn't keep him and he was going to the pound the next day. The next day, my dad said he could stay but he had to be an outdoor cat. Eventually, Pharoah kitty was allowed in the house (although, he didn't want to be in very often).
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