In loving memory of Phoebe (2015 – 2025)

She was my baby. Phoebe was the type of cat to climb up on you, cuddle, and leave you covered in hair. She found me on Halloween night after we lost everything. I cremated her because I don't have the heart to stick her in the cold ground. She deserves to be where she would always sit: on my desk.

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