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I My First Puppy Written By J. Chris Mickartz 30 GILROY • MORGAN HILL • SAN MARTIN JULY/AUGUST 2017 ’ve always thought of myself as a cat person. Cats are easy. They pretty much mind their own business and you can leave them for a few days with water, food and cat box and they’re good. I suppose I just liked the non-commitment they afforded. Although there were dogs in and out of my life, I just didn’t seem to be able to connect. I didn’t dislike them, but I wasn’t impressed either. Then came Charlie. But before I tell you about Charlie, let me tell you how we arrived at him. Ten years ago, my husband Larry, the proud owner of a yellow lab named Buck and me, the proud owner of a tabby cat named Boo — both of which the opposite of us wasn’t too attached — found ourselves alone; petless. I remember the day quite vividly. We called our vet friend, Dr. Greg Martinez and explained that both Buck and Boo, who were both about 14 years old, were not doing so well. He stopped by and looked them over and then gave us the verdict. Boo’s organs were shutting down and poor Buck, although he might have a week or so left, would be in much pain for the duration of his life. So I mourned for Boo and Larry mourned for Buck, together. A year later, petless was starting to feel a little lonely. Although I knew we both missed our beloved pets, I just wasn’t ready to tackle having a dog, especially a big dog, which was Larry’s preference. But, I really wanted a cat. Larry was understanding. So, off to the shelter we went. I wanted a tabby; pr eferably an orange tabby but definitely a tabby. Picking out a kitten from the sea of kittens at the shelter proved to be overwhelming. So, when Anna, who was taking photos of the kittens for the shelter’s website, asked us if we would like to see two kittens —one a tabby— she had bottle raised, we said sure. I immediately fell in love with the