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In case you haven't heard it my kittycat has died. Two days after I left Sweden for Japan he ran over the road outside our house and got run over, from what I've heard from mom and dad he didn't die from being run over.. My dad had to put him down. I was so devastated when I heard about this since it was me who brought him to our house and it was sort of my cat, he slept in my bed when he wanted to be cuddly.. The only comfort I have is that the last months of his life was very happy, he got to eat a lot and run around outside. Mom and dad buried him in the bushes he loved to sit in, facing the house where the feline he loved to play around with lived.

Here's a bad pic of the kitty and me, when he did sleep in my bed he always slept on my chest.. Close to the heart.