SpiderFan14 wrote:
Me and my dad brought the seven year old family cat in to the vet's today. He's been sick for the past week (...)
I cannot remember having really cried when close people die. Maybe a tear or two when my mother passed away in the spring of 2010. But when my cat died the same spring, I did. A whole day. Then something strange turned out, which I didn't know in advance. See, I had already - a long time beforehand - picked a name for the next cat because I could see the former cat was near the end of her days. She, the new cat, was born on her special name day (*) some 100 km from me
and she opened her eyes the very hour my old cat closed hers. This I learned when I traveled there to get her home, a couple of months later. These five years she has been sleeping in my bed, close to me.
There's a kitten for you somewhere. You will find him or her when you feel it is the right time.
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(*) A name day is a tradition in many countries in Europe and Latin America that consists of celebrating a day of the year that is associated with one's given name.