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When you closed your eyes for the last time, I know people expected me to be distraught. Years and years we spent as close as one human and one cat could be. A feline lifetime full of artfully distressed furniture, gifts of lesser creatures, purrs and snuggles. And unexpected mischief. You were a big fan of unexpected mischief.

But toward the end, I knew you suffered. I was in denial for a moment but over time the truth became impossible to ignore. You lost most of your grace, and your sight. Your fur lost its luster. And when I ran out of options to help you, I think we both accepted what had to be done.

So in that sad little room when it was all over, yes, I smiled a little, imagining you in heaven. Maybe they gave you back what I let the vet take when you were little (sorry again about that…) and you're having the time of your life. Or maybe you're exactly how I met you again. The sweetest little ball of fluff, frolicking in a pile of leaves.

Sleep well, little friend.

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And so ends my story today. It's a little sad, but sometimes life is a little sad so 🤷🏾‍♀️. If you feel like writing your own story based on the picture prompt, you can head over here for all the details. Feel free to give the cat a less depressing story than I did! Unless of course, you're in that kind of mood too. Follow your heart ❤️

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