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We lost a good friend and family member yesterday. He truly was the best companion. No other cat I've known, or even could imagine, comes close to the warmth and joy he shared with all who knew him.
We weren't Pepé's first choice for a family. Not even his second. We were blessed to be Pepé's third and final family. Pepé, "Peppy", "Peppie", was given to a relative while they were staying with us ten years ago. His owners were moving and had to give him up. Like most of the pets coming into this house I said no (we already had a cat and a dog) and, just like the others, he also came to live with us. We soon grew to love Pepé's softness, playfulness and affection.
Our relative wisely told them "no" when, after several years with us, his original family asked for him back.
Though we were sad to see Pepé leave when this relative moved out. . . we were overjoyed when he wanted us back. He had too much love to share with just one person and, of course, this time I gave an emphatic yes! to him rejoining this family.
As a good pet we let him get away with more. Not only was he a very long cat, easily able to rattle door knobs, but he'd love to jump up on things. Instead of swatting him down, we'd move things aside and open windows so he could jump up and watch birds from the narrow window ledge. We shouldn't have been surprised the first time we saw him inside the cabinet above the fridge, but how did he get up there and how did he open the door? He loved to monitor the bird from atop the cage, the dog from the kennel, and even keep an eye on us from his warm spot above the computer monitor.
He was a good friend, who happened to be a cat. He comforted us, made us laugh and, now, made us cry. Wish you were here Pepé.