RIP, Sweet Benjamin. Wow, drawing this is making me cry.
I remember, he loved to cuddle. He would come up to me and rub his head all over me.
I held him like he was my baby. He was the best cat.
I used to live on a farm, so mousers would often run away and never come back.
Benny ran away because he was jealous when a new litter of kittens was born and i liked to hold them.
He must have either found a new family to live with, or he was carried away by one of the red-tailed hawks living nearby.
Either way, that was years ago, and now he's probably in heaven, with his brother.
I love you, Ben. Happy Hunting.
I remember, he loved to cuddle. He would come up to me and rub his head all over me.
I held him like he was my baby. He was the best cat.
I used to live on a farm, so mousers would often run away and never come back.
Benny ran away because he was jealous when a new litter of kittens was born and i liked to hold them.
He must have either found a new family to live with, or he was carried away by one of the red-tailed hawks living nearby.
Either way, that was years ago, and now he's probably in heaven, with his brother.
I love you, Ben. Happy Hunting.
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