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On a quiet evening, the crickets chirp and the coyotes howl in the distance. Now the old cat has found my lap. She sits there purring, tail swishing. 12 years ago when she was a kitten, our daughter hadn’t yet been born. She is old and limps, and is blind in one eye, but beloved by all.