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Apr 18, 2010 14:36

Tomorrow's my birthday.

Today, my parents had to take my Sheba cat to the vet, because she finally reached the tipping point last night. She'd had four seizures in the past twelve hours.

They brought her home just now. Mom's going to bury her in the corner of the yard.

I can't find my tears. Why can't I find them?

ETA: Now I'm crying.

We buried her in the other corner from her brother. I started crying when my dad laid her little towel-wrapped body in the grave.

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