Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I didn’t have my cat, and I think I back to how my sister tried to take her away from me when she left for the US again. I stood in front of my house, crying my eyes out, and in that moment, I felt like a parent, helplessly watching someone take away their child.
My attachment to my cat frightens me. Not because it’s unhealthy, but that I depend on her for so much.
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