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It's the grieving process for pets too. I remember when Tara, my labrador died. I'd had her from a puppy right up until she died aged 13. I was 16 when she died so I had basically known her my entire life, like a sister. She never once snapped or bit. She was so soft and great with children, so patient. Gorgfeous dog. Even though she died in the mid 80s I still find it hard to look at photos.
My cat Cleo died 3 years ago. She's buried at the bottom of our garden and every saturday evening I'd pay a weekly trip to where she is buried. I did that every saturday for two years, rain, snow, sun, dark or light, didn't matter. It broke me when she died.
I still have my cat Theakston. He's cool. He's 14 now and he has always followed me everywhere. Sits with me at night, sleeps on my side of the bed. I've got tonnes of memories of them all.
My cat Cleo died 3 years ago. She's buried at the bottom of our garden and every saturday evening I'd pay a weekly trip to where she is buried. I did that every saturday for two years, rain, snow, sun, dark or light, didn't matter. It broke me when she died.
I still have my cat Theakston. He's cool. He's 14 now and he has always followed me everywhere. Sits with me at night, sleeps on my side of the bed. I've got tonnes of memories of them all.