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No. 8773
I had two cats who died when my house burned down. When we were running back and forth from our land and our temporary home base, you'd see them walking around outside or whatnot sometimes. It was pretty awful for me the first couple times it happened, 'cus, y'know, I was in some serious grief over it at the time (I loved my cats more than most people love their offspring), so even though I'd buried them myself, it was instinctual to get hopeful when I seen them, only to discover, y'know. They were, in fact still dead.
They continued to hang around for a few months after we got our house rebuilt and moved back in (one, who I'd had since I was around nine years old and prettymuch loved more than life itself, stayed much longer than the other), but eventually they both moved on.
I also used to catch sight of a used-to-friend of mine's cat in the rafters of her basement, when we still associated with each other. Most of her family would see it from time to time. I haven't spoken o her in years, so I couldn't say for sure if it's still there or not.
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