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Blaine, the cat I mentioned a few posts back, died yesterday. Mom called today to tell me. I think out of the last dozen times I spoke to her on the phone, ten of those were bad news things. Dad thinks it was probably cancer, given the way he acted. I thought he was doing so well, but Mom said that he had stopped eating again and even after his anti-nausea medicine, he wouldn't drink either. She said he went peacefully and surrounded by family. I just wish I could have been there to pet him one last time and say good-bye.