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Remind me of when my dad was dying. He was in a hospital bed in our living room, and the cat knew he wasn't allowed to jump up on the bed, but he would sit on the radiator for hours each day just staring at him, wondering when dad was going to get up and play, or scratch his head, or pick him up. When he died, the cat moped around for days, just as depressed as the rest of us.
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