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Written by Rondi
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Saturday, 29 October 2011 14:37 |
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My little Pushkin (this is the last picture I took of her) is gone, after a brief illness and intense grief for her brother.
"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I believe that quote applies both to how I feel about losing my cats, and how Pushkin felt about losing Orloff.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 29 October 2011 14:45 |
