The train I was on hit a person out on the tracks on my trip to the Midwest.
A few blocks away from where I was staying in Wisconsin
two people died in two separate traffic accidents.
Before I even left town my cat, Micey died.
Sometimes feel like someone is looking over my shoulder and I don’t think it’s a good idea to turn around and see who is there.
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I am sorry to hear about your cat.
He was pretty special- he was almost 18 years old.
I know what you mean about special. They are each so different and they are all so lovable.