In the cold cold ground
One month ago, I had three cats. Today I have two.
Zoe, our nine-year-old long-haired tabby wandered off into the woods sometime in February and didn’t return until a month later. I found her as I was heading out to work, stretched out on our driveway, at least five pounds lighter, stiff as cement. She was battered and bloody. Her face was fixed ( Read more... )
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I guess you just found Zoe within the last several days... ::sighs and hugs::
I'm sorry for your loss. I hope you don't dwell too much on your thoughts of her struggles, or things you might have done differently. Hindsight can be a damning and damnable thing.
We can't protect any of our loved ones entirely, of course. Life is risky. I'm sure you were a wonderful friend to her while she was here, and that's what's really important.
I'm glad and very appreciative that you've been able to articulate your loss and sorrow. As always, I feel privileged to know you.
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