Tomorrow I'll be going with my beloved cat for the last time to the vet. I pray that everything shall run smoothly so that she can transgress her existance into the other world, and will be joined there by my late tomcat. I found her more than thirteen years ago after visiting my mom's gravesite. That was exactly one month after my mother died aged 76 years old. My little cat was then a kitten that was starving. Now she's dreadfully sick without any hope of recovery. Her breed only has an average age of at most fourteen years, but I'm nevertheless devastated. Never has been so much love owed from one of God's creatures as now. Thank you and farewell, my little one X
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@Musicman Oh yes, she was definitely that. My proud little feral cat. Loved her purs and smells. All of that, even of her poop that she never managed to get always right
