My cat Sinbad was 17 when he died.  He had a nice long life.  He came into
my life when I was 16 and he was 2 months old.  He was a stray kitten, cast
away by some heartless person.  He brought so much joy into my life!  He
went to law school with me and to the wilds of Appalachia when I took my
first job out of school.  In the mountains, he was my only friend--and a
good one.  During those times I despaired of whether I would ever meet a
nice man and marry, I would cry holding my Boo-boo.  He always stayed right
with me, while my tears wet his fur.  When I met Tom in 1999, I knew he was
the guy for me when Sinbad loved him.

Tom found the growth on Sinbad's hind leg.  We did a needle biopsy, but it
was inconclusive.  Sinbad had surgery on November 1, 2002, and the growth
was removed.  Tests revealed it was sarcoma.  Sinbad went to heaven on
November 16, 2002.  I miss him so much, my good baby.  I will see you at
Rainbow Bridge, Boo-boo.


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