While the title of this post might imply that Arnie is dead, he isn't. But Arnie is gone from my life, and I know I won't see him again. And boy does that hurt. Arnie was in my life for 11 months and made a big impression. I love him dearly. I adopted him in November 2012. He was lovely and cuddly in his enclosure at the store. When he got home, he hid under the bed until night time, then came out and cuddled with me in the bed. He showed himself to be quite affectionate, although he started nipping and biting for what seemed like no reason. Perhaps he wanted a friend, I thought. I moved to a bigger place that allowed me to have two cats, so Willow moved in with us on the day that we all moved house. She instantly wanted to make friends; Arnie wanted to bite her on the butt and attack her. |
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