When I got the message that my grandfather was dying, back in October, I remember the fit of private, hysterical sobbing I had, with a friend's blind cat purring and reassuring as she bore with me, never moving off my chest, licking my chin every once in a while, purring when I couldn't do anything more than ask what it was I could do to make this
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So it goes.
This, right here. I love this. You always did have a way of being startlingly poetic.
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Until then, I'll thank your cat. And continue to enjoy your writing. <3
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