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R.I.P., Grendel Drake

This afternoon, around 4:10 p.m. I had to euthanize my therapy cat, Grendel.  They told me when I adopted him he was FIV+, SO all I can do is hope I enriched his last bit of life as much as he enriched mine.

NOT POSSIBLE, but, hey, it’s a hope.  At least, we got in a final nap/cuddle-session this afternoon.

I can’t stop crying, and I’m not even sure I should.

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