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Sad little blipity thing here:

I grew up with this old, grumpy cat named Allie that my Dad adopted a year before I was born. They almost didn't let him take her home, because he adopted her on friday the 13th, and she was a black cat (apparently people kill cats on friday the 13th, and being a black cat, that was a double whammy). But, thank goodness they did, because she lived the best life a cat could live- she was pampered, overfed MANY times, any time she looked like she might be sick, she was rushed to the vet. She lived to be 18 years old. Last spring we had to put her down.

It was incredibly hard, and we still mourn for her today. But, one thing you have to remember is, sometimes, even if they get ripped out of your life so suddenly, they're giving room for a new heart.

We adopted a puppy that summer, and he is... I can't even express in words how much I love him (His name is Archibald >v< ). There will always be a place in my heart for Allie, just like I'm sure Mr. Eb will stay with you, no matter what. You just have to remember that, out there, there's an Archibald for you too. 

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I hope that helps? 

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Not that it was a vent picture anyway

I just know how the death of a pet can beat you up for a long time afterwards

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Sorry

Long post

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