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My cat died yesterday. I'm still slightly in denial I think. My mum called just after I finished work and said she didn't think he'd make it through the weekend and what did I want to do. I got straight on the train. I had a few hours of cuddling him before his breathing deteriorated and we finally took him to the vets.
I held him while he went to sleep.
We had him twelve years, he'd just made it to 16 years old earlier this week. We got him just before I got ill, and he's been there through everything. I miss him.
I held him while he went to sleep.
We had him twelve years, he'd just made it to 16 years old earlier this week. We got him just before I got ill, and he's been there through everything. I miss him.