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Dead Mirabelle,
So my therapist told Tony and May that a cat could help to take away my grieving. So guess who had a cat.
It isn't a day that I see that cat without thinking of you, you loved cats. Especially the ones who did nothing but wanting to cuddle and lay with you. She does that all the time, heck while writing this she's at my feet.
I named her Mira, after you, of course. She's a snowshoe cat, which is close to a Siamese they just have the light paws instead of dark ones. Her eyes are super blue but, they don't remind me of you.
I don't know for sure, but the cat seems to help, I find myself talking to it a lot. Which, is odd, yes, but I still do.
I miss you still and I'm sure Mira wouldn't pass the chance to meet you. Maybe I'll take her to your grave, sit there for a while. I do that often, sit by your grave and talk to you as if you could hear and reply to me.
I love you Mirabelle Elizabeth Allan, until the day I die.
