When I returned from my trip to the Carsons' I found that Carmel(our cat of 15 yrs.)
was continuing to decline in health. The next Monday I took him to the vet and after
running some tests, they found that he was in kidney failure.
So that week we lost a dear friend. We gathered as a family and decided to bury him
in the backyard by the honeysuckle fence. Ben carved Carmel's name into a large rock that he'd brought from a field by our house.
About a week later Ross brought over a black, long-haired kitten that he'd found out
side his apartment by a dumpster.
To make a long story short...his name is Forrest(as in Forrest Gump) and he is staying with us. It's like having a baby in the house again. He's into EVERYTHING!
He purrs as loud as Carmel used to.
Life does go on.




