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Apparently, he was struck and killed by a car this morning. Katie, who works at the new vet practice, found him and took him in for ID.
Somehow, it doesn't seem real yet, and probably won't for a while.
I guess my default userpic is the one to use: that's him on top of one of the bookcases in the library.
Somehow, it doesn't seem real yet, and probably won't for a while.
I guess my default userpic is the one to use: that's him on top of one of the bookcases in the library.
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I feel like composing a poem to a dead cat - something like lived well, chased mice, died as any cat would want to, in a crash and flash out in the great outdoors - but I can't do it justice.
I can only say: I know how it feels. I'm so sorry.