The End of An Era
It is very hard to believe that nearly 2 weeks has gone by since I lost my best fur friend, Junior. A cat of 20 years, 17 of which belonged to me. When I went to the Saskatoon SPCA 17 years ago to adopt a kitten, I walked out instead with a 3 year old cat that everyone there could only describe as 'special'. That particular shelter never kept animals for more than 3 months, and if by then they were not adopted out, euthanasia made room for the constant inflow of animals in need of a home. But for Winnie, (his name at the time) they felt they needed to wait, and made an exception. They even had him in a special display cage at the front desk so he could meet and greet everyone. It wasn't long before I had him moved into my little apartment and had renamed him Zeke Jr.. I named him after the black cat I was given when I was born and whom I had until I was 17 years old. My new cats' name was quickly shortened to Junior, an...