Spike's her name, and she is our stray black cat. Was. I had heard that when cats die, they go through everything they can to make sure their last breath is taken at home. Spike disappeared completely last week without a trace. The house seems quieter, and the rats are probably relieved. No one's scratching the back screen door anymore. After ten or so years, the void is going to take some getting used to.
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