As some people may now I lost my cat Jack in August 4, 2023. If he were still around he would be 11 months old like his brother Jasper. It reminds me of him. It feels like the 4th of every month marks something, it feels like I lost too much, but at the same time I gained so much. It's confusing because I loved and lost so much at the 4th of many months. As a superstition I kept my two youngest cats inside at night. Jack went missing the night of August 4th and was born February 4th so I'm confused if this is a day of love or loss. I payed my respects to Jack, and don't let Jasper his brother, and Jingo, the cat I wished Jack had met. I miss him, but I try to move on. Even though it's hard. It may be harder than most people would realize. But I'm not ready to let go of him yet. (I had two calves born the 4th also)
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