
This morning I got an email informing me that my cat, Kida (that I had to give up when I moved here), died. I don't really know the details because I never finished reading the email. It was too said and I took it much harder than I thought I would.
The couple who adopted him were good people and I know that he was well taken care of and loved. The day they came to pick him up, I was a real mess. It took me a good while to actually bring him out. I sat with Kida crying until I got the strength to bring him to them. They took him from me and Dale (the man who emailed me this morning) hugged me and told me he would take good care of him. Even though I didn't know these people well, I knew from that heartfelt hug, that they were the right choice and never worried too much. I'm just surprised how sad the news has made me...
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