by Mia
(Jeannette)
She was very old. 17 to be exact. She was a tortoiseshell. She made a powerful impact on me and my great grandma when she passed.
We were brought close together... especially my gram, Zoe was the only thing left of my great grandma's mom.
When I went to wash clothes, her cat hair was on my shirt. As I burst into tears I heard her meows. That's how much I miss her.
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