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Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Buffy
Unfortunately, while in D.C. my very old, but very sweet cat Buffy died. Contrary to what you may think, she was not named Buffy after the vampire slayer, but instead because of her beautiful buff coloring. We took her in after her owner (who had raised her from bottle feeding) passed away. She was recluse, but eventually came out of hiding and we grew very attached. She was 20 years old, and lived a well deserved long, comfy life.
Lovin' that sunshine!
Napping adorably.
Favorite spot.
The lovely flowers from Chris to celebrate her life.
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