The old lady of a cat died last night. She had to be put to sleep at the vets. Either that or an amputated leg but the latter is too much for a cat of 15 years old and other health complications.
She had better company through it than most people do in their final moments. Purred until her last breath. I attach to cats more than I do most people and this is an upsetting time despite only knowing this particular one for about three months.
I spent a lot of time alone yesterday too. I used to think I liked being alone, but not so much as a text or call from people these days; Now loneliness makes sense to me. Despite not seeing this cat more than two times a week, my little world has become one purring companion less.
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