Hi, this is Pinky 90. Pinky was the name of a male cat that I once had. He had white fur with a few black marks, one on his head and one on his tail. Pinky was a real nice cat. He was neutered when he was young. He was real friendly. He died on September 15, 2001 on a Saturday afternoon at 3:07 p.m. I was with him when he died. I knew that he was going to die. I had to go to work that day and I knew that if I went to work that Pinky would be dead by the time I got home. I didn't want to leave Pinky alone to die, so I called in and stayed home. I held him for awhile and got him to drink alittle bit of water. I took him outside for awhile and then brought him back in the house. He layed on a blanket on the couch. Then aound 3:07 p.m. I knew that he had died.
After Pinky died I felt lost without him. I really missed Pinky a lot. I still miss him. Pinky was such a sweet cat.
My mother's dog Skippy came to live with me, because my mother was dying of cancer and couldn't keep Skippy anymore. Skippy lived less than a year after Pinky died. Pinky was around nineteen years old and Skippy was about fourteen years old. Skippy was a West Highland Terrior. He was a real nice dog that my mother really loved a lot.
