The cat I grew up with died two days ago. I remember when he was born in a closet in my house when I was eight years old. Now I regret that I have seen him just once in the past 3 1/2 years, since I moved to Ireland. I sort of knew when I last saw him, that I might never see him again, and said goodbye very quietly. My poor old cat. Now he's gone,
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I send my condolences.
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