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