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Another one of my cats died today. It's been expected, he was old and just sort of slowly fading away, but it's still sad. I guess he wasn't "mine," mostly because he was too smart to be anybody's, but he was still the only non-hamster pet I ever got to pick out, and I've known him since he was a day old. He was almost seventeen, that's older than half of my first cousins, haha. I know he had a long, happy life for a cat, and he spent the last couple weeks doing pretty much anything he wanted, but it's still sad and I'm still sad.