TJ lived upstairs in my house because he was afraid of the giant German Shepherd down stairs...I can't say I blame him. As he got older he started meowing louder and louder, and while those of us who lived in the house learned to tune it out, when people would come to visit it was something they just couldn't ignore. TJ lived the longest in the Neita pet cemetery (we are notoriously not good with pets). When he finally passed we estimated he was about 17 years old.
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