Picasso was one of the stray cats in the neighborhood that I fed for 3 years. He was the only one that developed a bond with me, (the others are just interested in the food!) Last October I found him, he had a spinal cord injury and was paralyzed. After a long fight, I finally convinced a Vet to put him to sleep (Many vets do not practice euthanasia here in Japan) Journaling reads* I know those who never met Picasso would wonder why I cared so much for him. His outward appearance showed exactly what he was: an old, worn out tom cat that lived his life on the streets. I look at these pictures and I see what I saw while he was with us; a beautiful, gentle being. In his voice I could hear love, in his eyes I could see kindness and in his presence I could feel his BEAUTIFUL SOUL.
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