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| Her tabby cat, spoke to her. “How are you, Amy?” Amy was unsure what to say. “Are you talking to me?” He smiled, “Yup. I am your pet but I also own the memories and soul of all your pets before me.” Amy was about to faint. “You hold a lot of guilt about the deaths of some of your pets. Let that go. They had lots of fun and a good life. They have passed over the rainbow bridge.” It’s not my fault?” “No. They don’t blame you at all. In fact, they love you. Remember them, remember that.” |