Last year three of my four cats passed away from old age. The fourth cat now does not even bother staying in the garden. He pops out does his toilet and is straight back in. He used to spend hours on the lawn before, now that he is alone he has lost interest. Losing loved pets is something you never get over.
No you don't, it's haunting. Someone gave me a stuffed English bulldog door stop. It's on my bed now where olive used to sleep.
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