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I like thinking of you though. I know you were a projection of my own feelings and so much of our last year was you going through cancer, and I miss you. It makes me violently cry to think about you not being here - your soft fur body. So many stress instances to trigger you it would be hard to pick just one. I know I should be writing my mystery book that will launch me out of my doldrums, but you were my home. I loved you. I'm sorry that you had to witness such pain. I'm sorry I was so often restless in our last house. My favorite part around now - because you were always so into routine - you would come to where I was sitting. You would hover until I gently (how did I know to) picked you up (I never touched your stomach) and put you in my lap. I didn't care what I was doing. I called it and said out loud "favorite part of my day". It was so simple - you being with me.
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