I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name

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No more cats.

Mom called me today. Midnight died. That means that both of the cats I grew up playing with are dead, cremated. Twenty years of cats. He was old, his claws were catching on the carpet. She took him to the vet to get them trimmed. Apparently, it was too much stress.

I wasn't crying until I wrote it.

I want a cat. I miss my cats.
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