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+Tuesday July 14, 1998
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+This morning as I was leaving the house for work I found Abbott on the
+front lawn.  He was dead.  He was not visibly bruised and I could see
+no signs that he had been in a fight, except for a trickle of blood on
+his front lip.  I suppose he might have been hit by a car and managed
+to work his way back onto the property where he just layed down and died.
+I suppose it might also have been something he ate, though it would have
+to be some potent poison for it to kill him in such a short period of
+time, I had just seen him the night before.  Needless to say, I am
+very upset about Abbotts death.  Moreso that it comes a year and seven
+months after Costello (his brother) passed away.  I took that pretty hard
+as well.  This is the last chapter of my tale of the two kittens that
+strolled onto the back deck in the summer months of 1996.  I loved them
+both and cherished them and I can only hope that they are together in
+heaven chasing down mice and romping around.  I love you Abbott and I
+love you Costello.  I will never know where you came from or why you were
+both taken so early in life.
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