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A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat. 
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared. 
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love. 
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal. 
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life. 
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.  
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion. 
Everyday the man pays  more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur. 
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment. 
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst. 
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.  
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done.  He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.  
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness. 
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him. 
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man. 
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.

I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.  
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.  
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.  
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair. 
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.  
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick. 
So make good of your time and to the people in your life
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