The Rainbow Bridge Claims Our Cat

She was too pretty to be dying…

Mary McGrath
Nov 3 · 2 min read
Photo by Uriel Soberanes on Unsplash

oday we will usher our Milly to the Rainbow Bridge. It is time. She has been wallowing with a variety of ailments- a mysterious concoction of cancer, heatstroke, and old age.

She’s lying beside me, and she is unusually quiet. Perhaps she knows. I have run out of tears. My eyes are swollen like golf balls from crying, as I look…

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Mary McGrath

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Mary writes from Los Angeles and Naples, FL. Some of her credits include: Newsweek, Wall St. Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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