My 13-year-old stinky cat Shadow, who cried constantly, had stopped cleaning herself so she was ripe all the time, suffered from dehydration and frequent nosebleeds, and, in general, was a total pain in the butt, has passed away. Given how incorrigible she had become, I was curious if I would miss her. Yeah, curiosity satisfied. I do. We went through a lot together, me and that little calico. I got her while living in the first apartment I ever had by myself and she was a pain in the butt then, but a companion. She was there through three serious relationships and at least that many not-so-serious relationships. We always had an uneasy relationship because she was a talker and drove me crazy. But she stuck around through several moves and even that time that jerk I dated kicked her off the bed into the wall. He was asked not to return after that. But she came back. Always did.
The mutt’s only a year or two younger so her passing marks time for the loss of my other good companion and friend through the years. Dang it. The rain doesn’t help.
Let them know you love them this weekend.
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