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A habit hard to break

Our cat Max went missing four months ago, but every time I pass the front the door, I look outside to see if he isn't sitting regally on the landing, tail curled around his paws, waiting to be let in.

Even though I keep looking, I don't believe he's coming back.  Not this time.


Rest in peace wherever you are, Maxwell Soot.

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frigg
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:02 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
mindseas
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:19 pm (UTC)
Sorry that your kitty is gone.
footlingagain
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:36 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry. *hugs*
queenoftheskies
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:37 pm (UTC)
::HUGS:: I'm sorry.
cathemery
Jan. 17th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry, too. *hug*
pjthompson
Jan. 17th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
Always so hard when you just don't know what happened to them. RIP indeed, old Max.
kmkibble75
Jan. 19th, 2011 03:22 am (UTC)
I'm sorry you've lost him...
But remember, it's just as likely he's curled in some little kid's lap, lost but getting just as much attention and love as he did at home.
mnfaure
Jan. 21st, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
That's a nice thought. A better thing to dwell on for sure...
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