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My cat from 30 years ago
(lemmy.nz)
Just found my photos of my last cat, Stine. I loved her so much, and still miss her dearly. Instead of holding her tail up high, she'd curl it up on her back like an elkhound.
We all mourn the dead as we create the experience of death itself they upon whom we constructed ourselves without whom we are not ourselves in mourning we recognize and call out for context when there is no more left to mourn the world will be over