I had adopted a stray cat for seven years and then died. When I was together, I didn't feel how strong my feelings for it were, and when it was sick, I did my best, and finally it took it

I had adopted a stray cat for seven years and then died. When I was together, I didn't feel how strong my feelings for it were, and when it got sick, I did my best, and finally spent nearly seven thousand yuan to change two pet hospitals, but unfortunately, I still died.

After that, I fell into a sad mood that I couldn't help myself from, especially in the first year, and I thought about the cat almost every night and cried. Every morning I went to visit the mountain behind where it was buried. In short, the whole person is like a demon.

However, I am not a little girl, but a middle-aged woman who has experienced many vicissitudes.

After the cat died, I adopted three stray cats one after another, gradually discovered some characteristics of the cat, and then realized with hindsight how much the cat loved me.

I took it for sterilization, and the huge cut in my stomach must have hurt very much. It couldn't understand why I would hurt it, but chose to forgive me. That night, instead of sleeping next to me, it lay on its stomach at my feet. When I stroked it, it purred with happiness.

I traveled for a week and left it at home, providing enough cat food and water to also go out and play through the cat hole. However, when I came home to see, the cat had not eaten or drunk, and was looking determined, lying on the top of the closet, and the hair on his body was not taken care of, dirty.

The moment he saw me, he immediately howled and jumped off the top of the cabinet and pounced on me, very affectionate.

There was a stray orange cat running home, and I liked it very much. The native cat was hostile to his new partner and ran away from home on a rainy night. I went out to find it and carried it home. After that, the native cat was less confrontational, but was reluctant to take care of the orange cat. Orange cats are very fond of provoking people. I thought it was funny and didn't interfere.

Originally, the native cat had always had a privilege of sleeping with me at night. Since the orange cats came, I didn't want them to be in the mosquito net, and then canceled the privilege of the native cats. I distinctly remember that night the native cat circled around the mosquito net several times in the dark, unable to get in, and then let out a low roar, like a cheetah. I've heard cats bark, angry, angry, angry, and all kinds of cries are cat calls, but that night the native cats didn't make cat calls at all.

Later, the orange cat left again. The native cat happily turned its tail that day to play. I'm sad to leave the orange cat.

There were many more moments when I thought that cats were like this, until after the death of the native cat, I adopted a few stray cats one after another, only to find that cats have revenge and will take revenge on those who hurt them; if the cat is abandoned or betrayed, it will also abandon or betray its people; cats have a sense of territory and will never compromise with outsiders in the short term... What I thought was rightful was that the cat was trying to please me, to love me even more than it loved itself.

Even after three years of death, I still have a sour nose when I think of it, and I can't help but want to cry.

Some parting, just across the distance, across thousands of rivers and mountains can be reunited;

Some parting, just through time, the hearts and minds will stay together;

Some parting, but separated by life and death, once of course, there was a lot of love hidden. I didn't know how to tell it, I finally knew its love.

Don't laugh at me, it's not pretentious.

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