tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9977694.post111514450124947592..comments2023-09-18T02:38:52.137-05:00Comments on Talking to the Walls: Fred: the Mighty Hunter, Gentle Lion, Friend to AllNicole http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447479916034764638noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9977694.post-1115266531907015882005-05-04T23:15:00.000-05:002005-05-04T23:15:00.000-05:00My condolences, Nicole. Fred was a good, gentle f...My condolences, Nicole. Fred was a good, gentle friend to, and certainly an integral part of your family. He was a great purr-er, and always made me feel welcome. Sorry to hear of his passing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9977694.post-1115154948774441602005-05-03T16:15:00.000-05:002005-05-03T16:15:00.000-05:00Thanks for your consoling comments. I appreciate t...Thanks for your consoling comments. I appreciate them greatly.Nicole https://www.blogger.com/profile/02447479916034764638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9977694.post-1115149490202548402005-05-03T14:44:00.000-05:002005-05-03T14:44:00.000-05:00Dear Aries 327,I'm sure that there is a cat heaven...Dear Aries 327,<BR/><BR/>I'm sure that there is a cat heaven and that Fred is there. Perhaps your Dad misjudged Fred and he really was trying to save the bunnies. Either way, Fred is in heaven because it is natural for cats to hunt for bunnies and other small animals and then bring the results home to show off their prowess as hunters. I'll bet that Fred loved you as much as you love him. I'm certain that animals know when they are loved and return it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9977694.post-1115147872886814662005-05-03T14:17:00.000-05:002005-05-03T14:17:00.000-05:00Deararies327: I am so sorry about Fred. I enjoye...Deararies327: I am so sorry about Fred. I enjoyed your insight on how Fred has been such a big part of your life--19 years! That's incredible.<BR/><BR/>My family had a dog from the time I was 9 years old--a happy springer spaniel. He died when I was 19. I miss him something fierce, and can totally relate to some of the feelings you shared. Many times I make reference to moments in my life by thinking about what was going on with our dog. Like when I was in the 7th grade and he got ran over and the vet was able to save him...or the many times I'd go out for a jog and he'd come along. I even wrote a poem about him in high school, for which I was ridiculed and teased about because the poem shared how my dog taught me so many life lessons. Perhaps the people that teased me never had a human-pet relationship, which is sad really, because I believe as you do that animals have feelings/needs/depth.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the insight--Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com