I'm getting there. He was a really sweet cat. Not even that old, really, only about six or seven years. He may not have been mine officially, but when Jes wasn't home, he'd come to me for petting.
They really are. When you watch them grow up and live with them for years, there's no way they can't be family. He wasn't the first one we've lost and definitely won't be the last, but I think it was the most heartbreaking.
This was just what I needed after a really shitty/scary/fucking devastating morning. I've missed your Spike and Xander.
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You okay?
Thank you! I'm so glad i could, even a little.
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