Losing Mitz has thrown me for a bit. It just doesn't seem the same and I find myself shying away from looking at two of the other ones. I was like that with my cat too, but He Who Must Not Be Denied wasn't going to let me get away with it. He bit my nose and stuck his butt in my face and kept tapping my arm while I sat at the desk and just generally made himself too funny to ignore. I don't know how I would be taking it if it were my cat who had died.
My daughter is still crying, on and off. Last night, one of our other cats had shed on my younger girl and she was laughing about it and my older girl started tearing up - Mitzi's sole and inoffensive bad habit was shedding profusely.
Pathology
- Transient
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