I had a cat named “Lucy”. She was the daughter of a cat I had found during one of the biggest blizzards in New Jersey. She was a mackerel tabby cat, grey and white. She was born when I was about eleven. She was by far my best friend. She was always at my side; more of a puppy than an actual domesticated cat. She was my heart for so long, until one day she disappeared. My heart shattered. The night I finally gave up looking for her I cried all night long. She was my protector. Still miss her.
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Aww, that's so sad. My daughter was just the same when her cat CC died. Now, 30 years later, she has 4 cats, but CC will always be extra special to her.
ReplyDelete@Paula: My thoughts are with her. Not everyone can understand how a pet can really become your best friend in the world.
ReplyDeleteLucy ran out of lives - she only had nine of them.
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