Max died last Wednesday. For those not memorizing every single thing I say, Max is a cat. Technically he was my mother's, but really we all belonged to him, cause he was a regal little grey tiger and clearly too dignified to be owned by anyone. He was fond of chasing off strange cats, watching out for Tipper (my sister's cat), bringing us small
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*hugs*
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Actually, this reminds me that I should help my mom think of something super-awesome to put on his tombstone whenever we can get the money together to buy one.
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I vote we both cry till we're snot-faced and have to use each other's shoulders as tissues.
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the worst thing is that i keep calling my sis' new cat Simon, then remember that he's not here. =>.TT=
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