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When my father’s health declined I needed to bring his cat to live with us. We suffered with that cat who could not adjust to our established dogs and cats household! And we kept reminding my father about his cat, but he understood less and less each month.

When my father died, I called our vet to euthanize the cat. The two of them would be together again. I called the vet, and I told the cat he was loved and would be loved still. Soon the vet carried him out of our lives.

Patrick called the next day or so for the specifics. Later when I picked up the remains, Patrick and I had a good chat about pets, our jobs, what we like to do, and we realized we had a few friends in common.

I buried my father’s ashes with a few of his characteristic belongings, and with his cat. They are together again.

Canada

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