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Those of you who are on my Facebook already know this, so I apologize for repeating myself.
Last Saturday, my ten-year-old cat, Lancelot, passed away. Needless to say ... I was pretty devastated. I got her when I was 17, and anyone who's read my journal since the beginning knows how much she meant to me.
She was there for me when I was going through a tough time in high school and when I decided to drop out. She's been through 5 moves with me, when I was a little displaced during my late teens/early 20's. She was there during break-ups and during my Aunt Emma's passing. That's a lot for one kitty to go through with a person, but she did and she was always there. That's more than what I can say for a lot of the people in my life.
I'm starting to feel a lot better than I did a week ago. I can talk about her without tearing up, and that's why I decided now would be a good time to post this. I still miss her, and maybe someday way down the road I'll be able to adopt a new all-black kitty. For now, though, I take a lot of comfort in my other kitties who are still here and still need me.
Rest in peace, Lancelot. And thank you for all the good memories you left behind.
