IT'S TIME. " It's time," he said as I withdrew into my battered shell. Is there ever a right time to go? To leave this earth? To shuffle off this mortal coil? To go gently into that goodnight? To drift from this world into oblivion, to die we know not where? Without a soul to live on. No spirit left. Nothingness. No trace of your existence. Just fading memories. How sad. When everyone deserted me, you were there, always there, My faithful friend, constant, offering me unconditional love, Well-needed companionship. A well-travelled cat, British through and through, Fu...
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