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Friday, August 11, 2000

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Pets

My father took me by today to meet the people who are living in his old mobilehome. He's sold the home and land to someone else who has another home on the land, and did quite well. My father wanted me to meet them as they are using a television he owns till they leave the US in a few months, at which time they will bring it to me. It was strange to see a different family in my parents home, with much of the same furniture, as my father is taking very little of the furniture.

My father also left his cat as he can't take him and the cat now has four girls to pet him, and he loves it. They said that he wanders around my fathers study and bedroom, meowing so I guess he misses dad. Later my father was telling me we were always unlucky with pets. He said we once had a poodle who was pregnant but we had to go back to Mexico and he didn't want her to be abandoned so my father borrowed a gun and, with my two oldest brothers, shot her.

He then went on to say that we had kittens once also, but again had to leave so he drowned them. I was sitting there in shock. I can't imagine not remembering that and I can't imagine my father doing that. I don't even remember having any pets and the poodle was late 50s, early 60s so I would think I would. Maybe I blocked it.

My father also said we once had a dog in Mexico but left it with some people while we were in the states and it wouldn't eat and died a few weeks after we left. I always felt sad that we never had pets since we moved so much, now I wonder what else I've blocked. My father then said he was sleepy and had better get back home and he left. I just sat there shaking my head.


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