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October 20, 2001
Yikes! Why did this happen today, to me, in my backyard? You were once a little fur ball. Playful and chasing after grandma’s yarn balls. You sat on your owner’s lap. Purring. Clawed their face in the early morning, asking for wet food out of the can. You brought home ‘gifts’ of birds, mice and lizards.

And you came to my backyard to die.

I shudder to think of how and why and when. All I know is in the middle of the day, I discover your stiff body. And the neighbors don’t recognize your black ears and black paws.