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On Wednesday my sweet baby cat Ginger passed away. Ginger was almost 15 years old and as small as she'd been at 4 months. For the past year, her age has been catching up with her. I've made frequent trips home to see her, and done quite a bit of crying up to this point. On Wednesday evening, my mother came home from work to find that she'd passed

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[stayghould]

I'm so sorry to hear about this. I read about it on Facebook days ago, but responding on Facebook about these things feels really impersonal.

I've never dealt with the loss of a family pet, with the exception of a hamster (but they only live for 2-3 years at most). Also, I was 8, so I didn't know what the heck was going on. Steven recently lost his cat Guff / Guffy / Miss Guff. She was 24; they were a few months shy of sharing a birthday. Watching him and his mother mourn over her was so painful. I felt lucky to have had the few opportunities I did to meet and spend time with her.

It's amazing how closely you can bond with an animal. I hope that you are keeping busy and trying to smile.