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So sorry for your loss...
I was on holiday last June in Florida and on the last day of my holiday my cat died. It was my mums cat but he was 13, had him since I was 9 years old. He lived with me, coz I bought my mums house from her and she moved but the cat wouldn't settle in her new place so he came back to live with me.
He had two tumors in his anal glands and it was gonna be more cruel to treat him that it would be to put him down. After a helluva lot of tears my mum finally agreed. Thankfully I wasn't there to see it all or I think I'd have been a wreck too.
My mum swore she would never get another cat but she has one now and she loves it just the same she did the old one. This one stays at her house tho and I still have my Labrador to keep me happy. Maybe in time you'll get another cat. I hope you feel better soon.
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