On November 1, my cat Chloe died. She wasn't sick, didn't appear to be in distress so I had no real indication. So, when I saw her in her cat box motionless, I tapped her...no response.
It didn't take long for me to realize that she was dead.
I was heartbroken.
I put her lifeless body in the laundry room but became sad when I saw her lying there...dead. So, I buried her and went to the Animal Shelter to adopt a new cat.
Chloe was a shelter cat and I gave her a home for nine years until she was 16. My new cat, Fela, is also a shelter cat and is fitting in well with my life and filling the void.
While still grieving, I've given another cat a home. As the ad goes, the best friend of a shelter cat is a human offering a home.
Glad to do it.
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