A few Pictures of my cat
“Snowman”
(who was more of a “love”
than most people I have met)
and whom God used
to help me through some
really tough times.

Alice with Snowman	Snowman Looks up to me	My last moments with Snowman

Charlie pets snowman for one of the last times.

Snowman laying on the floor in a moment without pain.

Snowman so sick and yet givng all so much love.

Wes and Charlie and Snowman (note the smile and joy on Charlie's face)

These pictures are of the very last time I got to visit with my cat "snowman" before he died. He was in some pain and my friend, Alice Davis (Alice Shaffer when she first took in "snowy" for me as I could not keep him in the lodging in Springfield, MA) tried so hard to do the right thing by him.

I was given snowman in 1992 and he was called the "abominable snowman" by the lady that gave him to me because he was "such a wild terror and he had double paws", but I found him to be a love and he gave so much to me.

When my Dad was very sick, our dog died, and then Dad died and then there was no heat in the house, snowman would sleep with me under the blankets and he just seemed to know when I needed someone to love me and when I neede "space" by myself.

It is this image of me holding "snowman" that I altered in Photoshop and put on the first "comments" pages I put up at as my first "blog" type of website at cknight12.tripod.com long before such sites were popular.

Even now I seem to think, around 3am-5am, when I am at the family home, that I hear a purring sound. How foolish of me as there is no one else around, but I think of snowman then, and oh how I do miss him.

Thanks for looking at these pages and bearing with an old man as he remembers some "better" times with the cat he loved.

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