Cheeto had the face of a kitten even into his old age. Don’t tell the others, but he was my favorite. He was so agreeable, blended into the background so well, and never asked for anything.. well, if you ever stopped petting him before he was done, he was the one to push his head under your hand to keep the petting going. We didn’t know he was suffering from cancer until it was too late. He just wasn’t one to complain to us about any pain he was having. I hope he doesn’t miss us like we miss him.
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