So, my mom called me earlier this evening because she just found her cat Neville dead. She was beyond upset, so I went over to take care of him for her. The little cat was lying in my dad's old recliner, poor guy. He was really Dad's cat (we used to joke that he was Dad's familiar) and he never really has been the same since Dad died...
Even stranger, today is the exact date last year that my father was hospitalized and the whole journey with cancer began. I find it disturbing that Neville picked this day to go... Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I don't know.
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