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She was special not only because she was my first but also because she had great character. She died of breast cancer. I would dress her to keep her from licking her wounds. I tried very hard to find a cat like her again... but I came to realize that it was futile, that she was one of a kind. My longing for her... lets just say if there is afterlife, I want to meet her again, not my grandmother. We cook twenty pounds of chicken every day. We don't feed them dried cat food or anything artificial. My therapist says I try to heal my own wounds by healing theirs. By feeding them and tending to their needs. My wounds must be so deeply rooted they still haven't healed despite all this. I guess I'll heal when they heal. There was a time I had great difficulty dealing with death. I accept death as a reality... but I have difficulty dealing with the longing. That's my problem with death.