When I was small. We in the house had a cat. This is a cat was a gift on my birthday. The cat lived long life. She was 21 years old. And this morning my father called. He told that the cat had to be taken away in veterinary clinic. The cat was old and sick. The cat was killed by the doctor. Very sadly. It was an element of my childhood. Now it is dead. I am angry on the father. He forced events. The cat could live still some time. Mood bad. Forgive me for my bad English. I simply wanted will share it with someone.
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I loved it. Made my friend laugh and laugh. So NOT cat.
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Of course.
I'm not saying you should not be sad. Not so sure about mad, as 21 years is a long life for a cat.
You need to grieve. It's a natural thing.
Will you be with friends today? What time is it in Moscow now?
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Friend, I disagree. Holiday is for whomever you choose to be loving to.
I've had many friends over the years celebrate love platonically on this day.
You're a handsome young man with a good mind. You will have romance at your choosing. Don't let the hype of the holiday make you feel left out. I don't know anyone who wouldn't be glad to see you coming and be your friend, platonic or romantic.
Turn outward. Be a friend.
Would that I had your looks, at any age. But for now, yeah, it's time to be sad for your loss of your cat.
I'd hug you, but I'm too old. People will talk.
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I understand.
You take the time you need to feel bad and get through it.
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