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Close-up of my late cat Fian. He’s been gone for five years now, and I still mention him at least once every day. It’d be my luck that the first cat I had accepted me only begrudgingly until he became an old man. He’d be more likely to greet me with a hiss than a meow, but I loved him, anyway.

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