They say that people learn to deal with loss better with age. I'm not sure I see it that way after having to say goodbye to my cat, Cookie. I really wasn't ready to let this important member of the family go after almost 12 years, but I didn't see much choice. Cookie was adopted from the Connecticut Humane Society in Quaker Hill when she was a little over a year old. She was a docile, perky and affectionate cat who never complained about much. The enclosed porch was her peaceful sanctuary where she never seemed to have a care in the world. One week in the summer of 2009, I had to leave her alone at home and she only got a visit once a day to be fed by others. When I returned, she planted herself on my lap for an hour as if to say she'd never take me for granted again. Those big eyes won me over every time. I wish pets could live longer. She brought so much into my life during the time she was here.
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