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My Ginger kitty died last Thursday. We buried her in the back garden, next to her sister, Katrina.

I've been the person doing the bulk of her nursing except for when I was so ill with the flu at the New Year that I couldn't sit up for more than fifteen minutes at a time. So. It feels very strange. I keep thinking I should check on her. I keep thinking it's time for her meds or her fluids.

I keep seeing ghost cats out of the corner of my eye.

I'm sad. But I know I did the best I could for her. I miss her, but I'm not sorry.