24th of February, 2016.
Approximately 7 years ago, I (we) had a kitten named Anta. At exactly this date, our longhair gave birth to three cute little kittens of which Anta was the youngest. He was a little small and less hairy than the first two, but he was nevertheless a junior or a carbon copy of his father — Anta Senior which was given to us by a vet as a Christmas gift. Unluckily we lost Anta jr. years later, around 2012 if I'm right. He was either stolen or hit by a car since he has gotten used to being a garden cat after he started mating. I just remember how miserable it was for me especially because he was my own cat. Well, I chose him among all our other cats because to me, he was special. The only thing I can do now is to post pictures about him and wish that he's doing fine wherever he is. If he's with another family, I just hope that his needs are well taken care of. Or if he's astray, I hope someone somehow gets the initiative to save him from the streets. I don't know, I just feel a little nostalgic about things that this day has always meant a lot of me. I miss this dude and his cuteness, if only I could bring back time.
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