My first cohort of cats began dying off.
Today, Gracie would be just a few months shy of her 25th birthday. So, one way or another, she would have been gone. But I still miss her.
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I know the feeling(s). Amen.
We scar over from their loss, but the void of them not being there is never fully filled.
My housemate Zsuzs buried her cat Squeaker day before yesterday. He was ten, and a proud scion of an illustrious family of junkyard cats.
-Doug in Sugar Pine
The cat is a confidant, keeping secret the joys and pain we choose to share. On that same note, our cats are glad to share space with us regardless of how good or bad the day unfolds. The do not judge.
My condolences on the passing of Squeaker.
It's why we are on our last cat. The hurt gets too hard after awhile.
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