Last week, my cat Bandit died. He was 17, so not a kitten any more. He was my best friend. A neighbor got him for me a couple years after my dad died. I was still depressed, and she saw that I needed something to bring me out of my downward spiral. So she got me a little black kitten. It worked. Having to take care of the little guy got my mind off losing my dad!
He died at home, in my arms... With me telling him he was loved, as I stroked his furry head.
I'll miss you, Bandit. Love ya, son.
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29 Jun 2025 09:32 CEST
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