At the cancer Lodge in Vancouver we used to have a resident cat named Charlie. Charlie was a stray that wandered in one rainy day about 7 yrs ago (he was a black and white tuxie). The cancer Lodge is like a hotel where out-of-town cancer patients stay when they come for treatment. The head nurse at the time was an animal lover and decided that Charlie should stay. So Charlie was there for about 3 yrs. He absolutely loved people and his favourite activity was to ride the elevator up and down. He brought happiness and peace to so many cancer patients that were undergoing painful treatments. He would sleep with a different patient every night.
But alas, all good things come to an end. Charlie developed an infection and had to be put on the westbound train to the Rainbow Bridge.sAA bhn7y (sorry, Max just jumped all over the keyboard
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Anyway, with personnel changes, there is no longer a resident cat because some patients have complained about allergies but Charlie will always be remembered as the "happy kat". RIP Charlie.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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