Moving On
Well, at the risk of people thinking we’re douchebags, I thought I’d mention that we have kittens. Thurien is still missing and we needed something to distract ourselves from remembering that he is gone. The lady down the street does not have him. I’m just going to presume that we’ve lost him for good. It does no good to keep calling out the front door every night. The signs we put up were of no help. The neighbors have not seen him. We’ve not found his body or remains anywhere. He’s just gone. Like he never existed. It’s better to believe him dead than suffering somewhere. I hope it was quick and that he did not suffer. It kills me that he’s gone but I’m still fragile after Dad and so many relatives dying that I just don’t want to have to think about another death this soon.
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