Just found my photos of my last cat, Stine. I loved her so much, and still miss her dearly. Instead of holding her tail up high, she'd curl it up on her back like an elkhound.
I remember and miss every single cat I have ever had. I miss Ms. Wiggles the most.
They stay with us even so many decades later.
I'm glad I had the privilege of knowing my cats.
Still think & sometimes dream about them.
Thx for sharing, great pics.
Beautiful, for real. A wonderful kitten !
We all mourn the dead as we create the experience of death itself they upon whom we constructed ourselves without whom we are not ourselves in mourning we recognize and call out for context when there is no more left to mourn the world will be over
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