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| Sprocket, in search of attention one last time. |
I remember one day, a few years after we met, when I came home early from work sick. Laying on the bed on my left side with right arm on the bed, I hear the rustle of a cat jumping up to join me. Lone behold this fella walks up and works himself in between my arm and body, falling asleep in short order. It was that afternoon I knew I was finally adopted as one of his family.
Tonight I come home to silence, no string of meows demanding immediate feeding. The house - a little emptier.
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