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[kirkcudbright]

The barn cat where I ride died on Friday, on her 20th birthday. That's pretty freakin' old for a cat. She'd stopped grooming herself a couple months ago, and was clearly on her way out, but was still an affection sponge. An aggressive attention sponge: "Pet me now, dammit!" And I was an enabler, petting her, and picking mats out of her fur every time I was down there. She had a long and good life, and her passing has touched me more than that of the Pope, although it was not reported by the BBC, CNN, etc, ad nauseum.