A kingdom with no king
The Year of Hell
I knew this day was approaching, that makes it no easier to face.
I knew our cat, Ninja, was coming to the end of his days, he is late middle-aged for a cat at 15.
He will be missed greatly when he passes away, we had so much fun in our time together, I still recall the tiny kitten who was so small, he could have sat between the ears of his majesty. He would zoom around the ground floor, exploring his home; he got his nickname, Ninja, for his ability to do backflips over our other cats, and dogs.
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