my kitty died. and that makes me sad. she was 17 years old, and we'd been friends since we adopted each other in Texas when i was one-and-a-half. i love her. even though she would always try to bite my head when i was sleeping, even though she had the roughest tongue ever, even though her meow was reminiscent of a bull-horn, even though she took forever to get settled on your lap, even though she would bat at my hand when i'd type on the computer, i love her. i've never known my house without her. i'm going to miss her.
i'm sad that i'm never home when my pets die.
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