My mom's cat Abigail died peacefully in her sleep last night. She was 21, or 19. We're not quite sure.
She was a sweet cat, if strange at times. I was the only human she seemed to care for. These last months she would run over when I came to visit mom, and get in my lap and start purring.
I'll bury her above the creek below our house, and say a few words.
Rest in peace, tiny soul.
Sad, really. They are our children. And the love is real.
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