Grieving the loss of a pet: Remembering Henry

Then I think about the time where I was having my worst day and everything seemed to be going wrong. Henry crawled in to my lap, put his motor on and rubbed his face against mine. Maybe his body was temporarily possessed by the spirit of a nice kitty cat, but I think pets are in tune to our emotions. Most of the time, they probably don’t care, but they know. 

Asshole or not, I miss that cat.

 

 

 

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