Dear Amberlee, I am so sorry to read of your beloved Cassy's passing. Such a shock for you, when he seemed to be getting better. My deepest sympathy.
Rest in peace, dear Cassy. Now you are chasing butterflies and drinking from clear streams in the Summer Lands by the Rainbow Bridge with all our other beloved friends, waiting to see us again—in the Land of Heart’s Desire, as Yeats called it.
{{{{{HUGS}}}}} to you.
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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