When I got the message that my grandfather was dying, back in October, I remember the fit of private, hysterical sobbing I had, with a friend's blind cat purring and reassuring as she bore with me, never moving off my chest, licking my chin every once in a while, purring when I couldn't do anything more than ask what it was I could do to make this
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...maybe that, choice or not, I think your pets are (and have been) lucky to have you.
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