My beautiful, loving little cat Mariah, 14 years old, had to be put to sleep this past weekend. Her brother/best friend is still roaming the house calling for her, both of us broken-hearted.
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Mariah loved boxes. |
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Mariah and her brother, sunning on their bench. |