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Boca passed away today, and I can still feel him on my leg when I am sitting down... claws slightly digging in as he tried to keep his balance. He was my longest standing relationship, he was more than pet, he was my friend. Every time that I think I have come to accept, only moments later I find tears running down my face as I stare at my leg, knowing that he will never scratch my thigh again.