This past November I wrote about our 19+ year old cat Smudge, whom we learned in September had inoperable cancer. On Thursday, we said goodbye to our kitty, as he was euthanized in his favorite place: Our bed.
I'm not necessarily a "pet person"; with the exception of a dog my family had when I was around eight-to-nine-years old, I grew up without pets. So I wasn't prepared for how hard Smudge's passing hit me emotionally. He was a good kitty.
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Rick and I were both very sorry to hear about Smudge. Having lost Shakti so recently, we understand all too keenly what having a a cat-shaped hole in your life feels like. All we can do is remember our good girls and rest assured they knew how much we loved them. Cats always know.
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