TW: pet death (not mine)

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When I went into the laundry room this morning, I realized that my neighbor’s cat (pictured above: his grandmother) somehow had got locked into the cellar overnight and tried to escape via a tilted window and got stuck. So hard, that something was crushed and he had died. I had to bring this devastating news to my neighbor who will blame herself all the more as she had heard his cries for help in the very early morning hours, but had not gone to look why he was crying.

I went up and first cuddled Bob and then Alice (when he returned), confirming that my furbabies were ok, were alive to get annoyed by my cuddling.

So please, go and cuddle yours.