In Memory of Kirby


July 4, 1995 — August 27, 2011

Kirby was our baby for 16 years. He was an integral part of our family and we have missed him dearly since his passing from cancer in August 2011. I was only 7 years old when we got him and he accompanied me until after I graduated from college. He was very sociable, hated other cats, and loved to hunt. He also loved food more than any other animal I've known. Having a meal in peace was next to impossible in our house. What I wouldn't give to share another slice of pizza with him.

When he was only a couple months old, he ran out of the house and was missing for 10 days. We happened to run out of milk one night and went to the nearby 7-11 where we saw a FOUND CAT poster. It was him. There were many other instances that could have taken him from us, but he always came home at the end of the day. He was meant to be ours, and we were meant to be his. His ashes live permanently in our family room, next to the fancy couch that he wasn't supposed to sleep on, but did anyway.

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