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August 02, 2010


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I totally understand. I'm still mourning the loss of my beloved cat of 9 years who ran away in Philadelphia during our move (you may have read about it in my blog).

I hope, against hope, that you can find the turtle, as for my cat, I felt horrible (see latest post) that in my six-year-old's tender and strong faith, having prayed about it would make everything all right, would bring the cat back. (snif, snif). I feel terrible as a "faith crusher." How can we deal with situations like these? :-(

So sorry to hear this. Hope she turns up soon. Maybe off time-traveling with Gaudior? ;)

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