I remember my aunt and uncle coming in for a visit. I walked downstairs and heard them talking with my dad about Pepper. I asked what was wrong and finally got an answer after a long pause. I still remember my uncle’s words reverberating in my head the entire afternoon, “He’s dying, Honey.â€?
I couldn’t believe it! He had been so full of life just a short while before. I decided I wouldn’t believe it but brought him water, as he was too weak to go to it himself.
After my relatives left, Pepper seemed to be getting much better. I knew I was right! Only I wasn’t.
A day or two later, Pepper did something very strange. He actually got up in my dad’s lap and begged to be petted. Pepper never did things like that. Then, when he was done getting his desired affection, he slowly walked over to the door and began to meow.
My dad knew that when he opened that door we would never see Pepper again.