Oliver

You were not our cat, but we loved you as you were. Chasing leaves blown across our lawn in the April breeze. Playing finger-tag on the windshield of my car, your tiny paw on one side, my finger on the other. Knocking at our door for a treat. We loved you greatly. Now you are with one whose love is greater than ours, waiting. We will assuredly see you again.

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