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I am sitting here crying. My husband just told me this. Earlier this evening we were cleaning up the dishes from supper. He went out the door with a pan of scraps to dump. When he got in the garage, he heard Speedboat calling him. He stopped for a minute, but didn't hear him again. There is a big cage out there where our cats sleep at night. Speedboat spent his last days out there. It was in January 2010 when he was so sick. It was cold and so we let him stay out there and had a heater on for him. Our son got off work and stopped by the vet's office to pick up his body. Before the took him to the back yard to bury him, he brought him into the garage and I sat there on the bottom step, holding him, loving him, and telling him my last goodbyes. Even though it hurts, it is comforting to know he somehow is still around here watching what goes on. This is the second time hubby has heard him meowing. Speedboat you big old yellow boy, we love you just as much now as we ever did. You are still in our hearts and will be there forever. Rest in peace dear boy and pay us a visit as often as you want.