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Cleo died at the end of March.
I wanted to write about her last week - it was a hell of a week, for a lot of reasons, and I had - have - a hell of a lot of emotions/guilt about it, for a lot of reasons. But it's almost six weeks later, and I still can't face sitting down and writing about it. I still keep her collar and tag in
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I remember your friend, shit I forget her name right now, who said to me, 'I just don't 'get' pets.' I was astounded that she'd never had the unconditional love of a pet. You know? I may love a lot of people but my cats take me for what I truly am.
I have whiskers from all the cats I've had that I want with me when I am scattered someday.
I am sorry about Bill's father. I was surprised when he mentioned Linda--if it was politic of him to do that or not.
I miss you very much, Sharon.
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I still remember sleeping on your couch and waking up to Trevor glaring at me. LOL. And Errol! Fattest cat ever, he was so nice to squish. And didn't hate me, so that was a bonus.
Okay, I admit - I have no idea who it was who said that! Now I'm wondering, because I think most of our friends do have pets... do you remember anything else about them?
I miss you tons. Stupid pandemic, we were supposed to be sitting together in a cafe ogling European men by now....
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But my cats will be with me--wrote it into my will.
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Btw, I always thought that Cleo was the most beautiful cat.
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I tell Charlie, we'll miss her for the rest of our lives. But it'll get easier, and the next cat won't replace her, it'll just be the next cat.
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