Shika was really, truly upset when we took her away from home and went somewhere like a hotel. As a result, when we went out of town for a convention, my dad offered to babysit her.
She liked it at his house. He said that he hadn't heard anything from her in a while, and since she usually just had to be in the same room as you (failing actually being in your arms or lap), he got up to make sure everything was ok, and he was greeted with this sight.
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T. B., I am so sorry for your loss. When I read this, my heart absolutely ripped in half for you. It was days before I had the strength to come back and tell you. I am so sorry for your pain.
Thank you, Anna. I'm doing much better now. I still tear up occasionally over a cat I lost more than three years ago now, so I know that I'll probably always have a little hole for Shika, but life does march on.
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