Snowball was my only childhood pet. My father, being the jokester he was, thought the all black cat should be named "Snowball". Because my brother and I were only home on weekends, Snowball was more like a "weekend pet". I loved him. My father wasn't crazy about animals, but he was rarely home, so that didn't really matter. My mother was pretty busy with work and other things, so not sure how Snowball got along. One day it was discovered that he was a she; a litter of kittens was found in a corner of our garage. Don't know what happened to Snowball. Just know that one day our house was sold, and we got on a plane (sans Snowball) to New York City where my father was singing in a Broadway show. For Snowball, you are remembered to this day, with love and affection.
Created by: Valarie Vine
Record added: Sep 04, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 58189436
"snowflake on a rosy cheek". Thank you Valerie for your comment from my poem to my Mom. From snowflake to Snowball...|
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