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We had our cat for like fifteen years. When the end was coming we knew it. She had spent the past month in our closet, rarely coming out.
One night she slowly made her way out to the hall, and eventually into our daughter's room. She was barely moving; I was unable to get her to purr. No one else was home, so I laid down next to her and just cuddled with her, petting her. An hour later I had forgotten about it when my came out of the room screaming - the cat had passed.
Turns out our cat spent her last few hours of her life trying to make her way back to our kid's room to die there. That speaks volumes.
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