My grandma had a cat once named Dinetah (never learned how to spell it cause I was super young... Every morning I was woken up by her jumping up onto my bed and just padding around on my chest and I loved it, that cat was amazing. Every day she would play with me and help me cheer up after coming back from school, she was an outside cat and would come back from a long day of playing in my grandma's huge yard. One day she didn't come back... Our assumption was she was eaten by a coyote... I live in arizona and even if that wasn't the case she would not have survived long in the heat. I still hope that somehow she's still alive despite the probability, I want to pay respect to her for helping me get through so much. All I'm asking is a second of your day to spiritually tell her that I love her.
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