death
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The recent death of my 18½-year-old sleek black cat Neville — a girl cat with a boy’s name — made me think of poor Walter, another sleek and almost entirely black cat I have cared for (and about) in my life.
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It’s the hold music that gets me. Every time.
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That’s how family works, sometimes.
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With one life, do we really want to be remembered for breaking into a funeral procession?
WORDS of WAR 