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My father, with his firstborn child
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My father, whom we called "Puba", would have been 90 years old today. We lost him in May, 2004, due to health complications from the polio he'd contracted as a child.
Puba never really liked animals; having six kids was more than enough chaos! The timing of his death, and The Hubby and I adopting Angel and Chuck, is more coincidence than anything. Angel and Chuck weren't born until July, 2004, but they were in utero when my father was still alive. Angel was named for my father in heaven.
We'll never know if Puba would have enjoyed our cats, but I know he'd want us all to be happy, and to have love in our lives, and that's what cats give us…right?
Happy Birthday, Dad!
We miss you
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