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Anon hears a noise (sh.itjust.works)

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[–] [email protected] 8 points 1 week ago

My boy cat died five years ago. I still sometimes wake up in the morning to find myself petting a lump of blanket that is the same size as he was. My girl cat died last summer and when I plop down in my recliner I still leave room on the footrest for her to jump up. I can't bring myself to get another cat yet, although I hope for the sake of other cats that I can eventually do it.