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four years ago, my cat Starks passed away. I always knew I loved cats but until I lost Starks I thought I loved them all equally. I feel a little guilty about it as I still have his brother Oakley who will be 18 in a couple weeks, but the fact is it turns out Starks is my soulmate cat and other cats are just second to him. I still miss him to this day to the point where when I think about him I tear up. And I still think about him a lot. You'd think having human babies would lessen it, but no, I'm either an adorable Dr. Doolittle or insane. You be the judge! But don't tell me your decision, I'm very emotional today.
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