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Ginger was my grandfather's cat. My mother took her in after my grandfather passed away a few years ago. She had the most stunning markings around her eyes. I wish I had my new camera over the summer to do them justice.

She was one of the things that made my stay there 'ok' this past summer, because I desperately missed the purr of my own cats. It was amazing to see how openly affectionate she turned since first coming to my parents house. It was a comfort that only a cat owner can really understand, to be curled up with a rumbling ball of fur on your lap or by your side.

We have no idea how old she was, but she was old. Easily over 16. She apparently stopped eating 4 days ago, and couldn't move at all. She was so spry and full of life this past summer... I'm just sort of in shock.

I don't want to have to make the decision my mother had to yesterday morning. I think, had she been a younger cat the choice might have been different, but money being as tight as it is I just don't know. I don't want to think about it. Miko is 5 and a half and Tyler is 3. I don't want to think of it for a very long time to come.

Goodbye Ginger-kitty. You made my grandfather less lonely, when you looked after him, and my family very happy with your meowy-purrs.