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Destiny

This may come as a surprise to quite a few. But if you're a pet lover it won't to you. This sweet soul watched over my mom In her final days. She brought her comfort and warmth In so many ways. She's not a doctor or nurse, she's not any of that. Her name is Destiny, she's my little white cat. Very sensitive, sweet and oh so smart. She may be small of body but she's big of heart. Now this may seem hard to believe. But she knew when mom had pain to relieve. Often she knew it long before us. She would try to tell us by making a fuss. When she knew that mom was going to have a bad day. She would not leave her room by her side she would stay. Some religions call them familiar's they're considered a treasure. They see between dementions and have love beyond measure. So when you get old and your days are coming to an end. Rest assured you'll be loved By your little four legged friend.l

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